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We wear ballgowns

We live off of fruit and greens from the garden, freshly baked bread kneaded with love and care.

We are friend of everything in the forest, life is good and we’re wearing ballgowns.

I come downstairs wearing a Beautiful gown, We host Big parties like in the old times. No grinding just beautiful dancing, live music, everyone in suits and gowns.

We are kind and loved, and yet mysterious.

People seek for us for guidance and love for they know no judgement lies with us, everyone feels safe and we host tea parties for our friends. Served with homemade cakes and pastries with berries from the garden. There’s flowers and plants all over the house, ivy snuggling the outside of the castle.

When the sunlight hits the chandelier a splatter of rainbows paints the room. When people needs a place to stay, to recharge they come to us and we offer them a room. When they wander around our castle it is completely silent, except for the occasional sound of paws clicking against the floor. We care for them and make sure they heal, and when they leave it’s with renewed energy. People call us both witches or fairies, but none the less ethereal. If you want we’ll take you to the pond in the garden where you can sit for hours without realizing time passed you by to the sound of the water slowly running along.

Time goes by endlessly in the castle, time doesn’t exist. The stress and nagging of the outer world system doesn’t apply In the castle.

On cold days in the castle, everyone present will pick a handmade blanket to sweep themselves in, tea of every kind is serves as you please, hot cocoa in winter and coffee for the ones who need it.

Sometimes music can faintly be heard from the one crook in the garden where I play the old and hand painted piano or any of our other instruments.

The coutesy of the house is to greet the plants if they wave to you, greet the animals and treat them as equal.

If any of us offers you a bracelet, a painting, or a song you take it, for it is said that these things will protect your soul against any harm. You don’t ask for any of these, but should you be lucky enough to leave with any it is considered a great honor.

We house any man or woman, or other if needed. If you offend any of us, or any of our guests with the intend to harm you will no longer be welcome in this home. Only a genuine apology will be accepted, and so will you be forgiven.

But no anger resides in this home, it is only calmness and kindness. Many have approached and tried to figure us out, but always left with a feeling of contentment. Our mysteries are now appreciated and few try to solve them.

Everyone knows not to disturb the peace this house harbors, and simply appreciate it. We’re the unknown in the forest, but we are not scary, we are a safe haven for the ones that should need it.


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Aquarius: You end up on Ruth’s porch, and this is wrong. It’s too early, she isn’t out yet. You can’t wave or nod or talk to her. It isn’t warm yet.

You settle on her front porch steps to wait, knees to your chest.

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The first chapter of the next arc is now up on my Ao3, i’m super happy with how this arc is coming together so far. ill be posting the previous 2 chapers of the last arc here now that my tumblr working again so make sure to catch yourself up before reading the next now. go check it out here https://archiveofourown.org/works/24436495 when you get the chance and until next time have a good one.

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May 28th, 2520, training for the Qataris rebels continues while they await new orders. On Adjikistan, the first terrorist attack since the end of cease-fire takes place. Qamun militants attack a checkpoint, killing fourteen security personnel. On the UEG world of Pieka, protests have spread to several of the planet’s major cities with rioting, looting, and arson taking place. In Croix a protestor is shot dead by a man who is then arrested.

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The nights weren’t always like this, they flowed with mystery and adventure. Now there more like a bleak, barren wasteland were hopes and dreams were washed away by the cruel darkness. The change began with the disappearance of the spirits, some say due to pollution and others say due to the lack of hope however no amount of speculation could bring them back. A hero foretold on the prophecy of old was destined to bring the spirits back to bring the mystery and adventure back into the night, but that was just some old fairy tale the parents would tell kids to make them feel better.

Our story begins with a young boy, a young boy named Ridwan Ayanie. Ridwan lived in one of the more poor villages in the kingdom of Frieya a desert where shade was a delicacy, after his father died he had to look after his elderly mother and his to younger siblings, a set of twins a boy and a girl. He’d lived an honest life he never stole and he kept it in his best regard to never lie. He never knew his life would change for the better or for the worst on one bland fateful night. “I should head home it’s getting late” Ridwan told his friend Yaqoob “looks like your family will be eating tonight” the boy said looking at Ridwans score of the night, he was never really poor his uncle being part of the council governing the kingdom of Frieya. He never knew the struggles of going to sleep hungry and miserable like Ridwan, but he’d known the absence of a father figure like Ridwan and that’s what made them such close friends. “Hopefully this will last us a couple of days” Ridwan said wishfully “atleast enough to support us untill my next hunt” Yaqoob had a sympathetic look in his eyes.

Ridwan was walking alone in the dark alley ways of his village, one wrong turn and you could be on the other side of town. Ridwan thought to himself “ why are there no stars in the sky? why did the spirits leave?” As he was nearing close to his small sand hut he smelled something, being a hunter he had a very keen nose. He smelt blood but not normal deer blood this one smelt more rich more it smelt more valuable. He knew something was wrong he proper the deer up as best he could on his shoulders and tried to run his mind asking a thousand questions but his face completely dull. As he rounded the corner he saw his sand hut, he saw his old wooden door open and the cold stare of the candle light. He knew something happened. He dropped the deer for his shoulders and sprinted faster than he ever did before, as he moved closer he saw blood all over the walls and the ground before the door. He stopped, stepped in and looking around. Nothing. He walked to the corridor towards his mother’s room he opened the doors and greeted the horrors Infront of him, his elderly mother laying in front of him blood in every direction. His 6 year old brother to the left of her and his 6 year old sister to the right of her all the mercilessly killed. Grief struck him in the heart and seeped from his eyes, a million questions stormed his mind but we’re stopped by his sorrow. “Mama” he cried in a soft whisper, “Aliya, Zaid” those were all the words he could say. He collapsed into his mother cold bloody arms, he stayed there for what seemed Hours, until he got up. Atop his mother bed was a note he rushed over to it and read it. “Be free young Ridwan, for we have freed you from any guilt or setbacks you would feel on this quest. The quest upon to free the night. To bring prosperity and hope to the people, meet us in the clearing of were the forest and river meet” he knew exactly were that was as he was there a couple hours before hand, “and we shall give you the details and equipment to find the lost treasure and free the spirits and free the nights. Come whenever you’re ready we’ll be waiting” millions of more questions flooded his mind and this time he let them out, “why my family? Why me? What treasure? Why did they kill my family? Who’s doing was this?. About 2 hours past it was about three in the morning and he’d just buried his family and said a prayer, he was awake with murderous intent he’d go to the forest find who did the to his family and kill them.

It was roughly 10 o'clock when he left it’d take him 15 minutes for him to get there. He’d taken a secret way so no one could see him, the last thing he’d need is someone to talk to. He made it to the clearing only to see 4 figures standing in front of him, he’d taken out his dagger and charged at them screaming"FOR MY FAMILY” a sort of war cry that did nothing but make the figures laugh, the biggest one hoped down from the tree he was perched in and hit Ridwan in the neck sending him straight to the floor, they laughed a female voice said in a joking manner “are you sure this is the right kid” and the all sniggered he couldn’t believe it after the horrible things they done they were laughing anger shot out of Ridwan and he got up stabbed the figure straight through the heart. He didn’t die. The ‘flesh’ (looked more like a white illusion) wrapped around the blade and snapped it in two. He punched Ridwan and sent him flying on his backside. He spoke “ we called you here not to fight or argue but to do us and the kingdom a favour” Ridwan spoke up “forget it you killed my family” the girl spoke up again “oh family this family that by your age I killed my family. Just didn’t live up to my standards” the main voice spoke up and they all silenced out of what looked like fear “will you o young Ridwan embark on the quest to save Frieya” he looked like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ridwan spoke “for my family and for my people yes” his back suddenly felt heavy, he looks around and saw a bag filled to the brim with medicinal remedies, arrows, spare clothes and food and water, in his had he felt a bow but it was no ordinary bow it was a bow that had the front like a sword a sort of hybrid. The main figure spoke up and explained his task. To retrieve the missing treasure and give it to the spirit statue in the centre of the villages, he was warned about evil creates yet he did not know where he was meant to go or how to find the treasure. And Like that they grabbed him and threw him at the trunk of a tree but he didn’t crash he went through

He landed on rock and he felt an urge to go straight, he walked about 10 minutes and felt an urge to go right and this continued until he found himself in a room, a room holding a lion with the legs of elephants and the skin of wolves. It lunged at him and he knew what to do he was a hunter at heart and this was just another thing for him to Hunt. He loaded his bow and shot at the beast and it went through its chest, the beast dropped but it was far from death Ridwan realised this the moment it was to late it jumped on him and he sliced it’s head of clean with the sword. The next couple hours were smooth sailing, he made it into another room were he met a vampire wearwolf hybrid, hairy waist and down and pale skin with two dots on its neck. It spoke to Ridwan but he did not understand he knew it was in his way towards the treasure so he attacked first catching it of guard he lunged at its feet and sliced but missed it was too fast. It attacked biting Ridwan in his neck sending a crippling shock down his body he knew he couldn’t give up so he raised and fought the beast but he was no match he got to cover and searched his bag and found wolves bane he dipped the tip of his arrow in the pot and ready his bow he took a deep breath rised and shot the arrow right into the creatures torso. He exploded and collapsed, Ridwan felt tremendous pain in his neck he frantically searched his bag. Vampire counter medicine, he drank the hole bottle, it was over behind the door was the treasure. He walking in and found a necklace he picked it up and found himself outside of the tree but there were no figures it was the dead of night, he knew what he had to do.

He walked to the centre of the village and saw the statue he placed the necklace on the main spirits head and light exploded but there was no one there to see. The spirits lunged into the sky yearning for the night sky and the sky returned to an array of colours and hope. The spirit spoke to him “thank you brave hero, for you actions benefitted the whole kingdom now children and adults alike will rejoice at the sky because of you. Go and rest you deserve it we’ll always be with you” and with that they disappeared into the night sky. Ridwan sulked home he’d done so much yet his life was still ruined he didn’t realize how tired he was until he collapsed Infront of his door step. He was carried in by someone. He woke the next morning to see familiar faces his family were alive and there was no blood or sadness. His mother told him last night that the sky had lighten up like no other night he knew the cause but he did not tell. Out the window he saw 4 figures they smiled and disappeared he spent the day playing and having fun with his family.

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I’m running. My knees and feet ache and the burn in my ankles is unbearable. It’s cold and dark so my vision is limited to tall trees and enormous crows. The soil is cold and damp yet the ground underneath my feet feels hard and untouched. My right foot sinks into the earth and I begin to lunge forward. The trees start to blur together as I see dark brown coming at me faster that I can take in. Tears stream down my face while blood warms the right side of my face. The cracking of a twig brings me back to reality and a whisper coming from the breeze of the wind seems to be saying “She’s coming.” Am I hallucinating? I take shelter under a small bush. Almost immediately a dark figure comes into view no more than ten feet from me. A soft faced woman with bright blue eyes and petite lips materializes. Her dress is a dark plum shade with the shape of a bride. She sees me! It’s almost as if she can see directly into my soul. Her eyes fixate on me as her feet begin to lift from the ground. The smell of burning wood overwhelms me, breaking my concentration. The trees around me are ablaze. The thick smoke is deep in my lungs and I fall to the ground. She walks to me. The heavy fog clouds my vision. Her face grows closer and her features become more prominent. Her lips are dry.

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A buddy named Zach, and I are driving along, going down the highway. Driving through a thick, dark forest in bum fuck Wisconsin. We are lost. And have been for twenty minutes. I wasn’t driving, and Zach swore up and down he knew where we were. He had a somewhat determined face, so i didn’t really think anything of it. We were heading home from college for the winter vacation. We had been on the road for 2 days at this point. The radio sputters out Christian sermons, or country. But as we turned down a small trail, the radio started making weird sounds. It sounded like someone choking children. I know that sounds strange, but for a brief second I could hear children begging for their lives. A gurgled “please don’t!”, i shoot zach a weird look. “Did you fucking hear that?” I asked. Right as he started to answer the fucking car shits out. The battery had enough, or something. It got really dark. Really fast. It was somewhat frightening. Starting to panic a little. “Fuck me.” Zach said. “Do you have a flashlight or anything?” I asked. “Yeah, somewhere in the back seat.” Zach explained. I fish around for the light, and luckily I find it somewhat quickly. “You have AAA?” I asked. “Yeah, but we are in the middle of fucking nowhere! Its going to take an hour or so! We’ll be fucking bear chow by then!” He said angrily. “There aren’t any bears in Wisconsin dumbass.” I said to him jokingly, trying to lighten up the situation. That’s when we see lights bobbing in the forest darkness. A little ways away, but there was 8 or 9 lights. “Do you see that!” I said, “there are some folks out there, maybe they can give us a hand?” I presumed, although Zach shot me back a weary look. “I’m not sure man, who the fuck is out in the woods like this? I just think we should wait in the car till AAA get here.” Zach said, trying to pear at the lights over his steering wheel. I open the door only to have the chill of the night kiss my head as i exited the car. I grabbed my jacket and the flash light and began heading over to where the lights seemed to be going. It was a trail, and they were on the opposite end coming towards me. So I lit a cigarette, and begin waving my hands at the lights. Doing a bad morse code impression with the flashlight, but the lights didn’t change. Which frightened me. Its strange but I just noticed I didn’t see any faces near those lights. They were close now. About 20 feet a way. I start to hear whistling. Like a group of miners whistling. Zach gets out of the car because he hears it too. The cigarette i was smoking hits the ground. I stand in shock as 8 lights bobble passed me, the problem was they weren’t connected to anything. They just floated right on by me. I couldn’t move. I was in shock. The whistling got louder now, and eventually erupted into full blown shouting. It was like a fight had broken out between a bunch of planets. You could hear cries, the thuds of sticks hitting something hallow. All the lights vanquished but one, which now began to glow a deep red. Zach had been yelling at me the whole time. But i swear to this day, i never heard a word he said. Because i was transfixed on the deep red glowing orb. It was beginning to laugh, a deep cackle, a maniacal sound that i couldn’t break away from. Zach races over to me, begins to shake the shit out of me, and slowly walks me over to the car. “Did… Did… Did you see that?” I asked. “Did you see it?!” I asked again. Zach pushes me in the car, and jumps in, then locks the doors. “If you mean I heard some weird whistling, and then saw you spazzing out, i thought you were having a stroke or something.” He told me. “We need to leave. Now Zach. Let’s go please.” I begged. “Go fucking where? We still need to wait for the tow truck.” He explained. Then began what i would describe as a thousand soft pokes that rattled the car. “What is that? Fucking hale?” Zach examines the hood with the flash light but there are no hale stones to be found. Then came the laughing. Laughing like when you crack a joke at your 6 grade teachers expense in front of the class. “Time to fucking go Zach! Please!” I pleaded. “Im not about to be killed out in the middle of the fucking woods! Try and start the car!” I asked frantically. He went for the keys, and the engine sputtered at first, but turned over. We peeled out of the trail and sped down the highway. After I got home, I couldn’t help but dig about the area, and what I turned up, made my heart sink. Apparently the area used to belong to the boy scouts of america, but was given away after a troop had disappeared in those woods. Some say they were killed by the bus driver, or the scout leader gone crazy. I saw into hell that night. I saw raw torture of kids. I didn’t have the heart to tell zach, but I when I looked into that dark red orb, I saw evil personified. I saw a being with no empathy. And it scared me. It scared me to think that people like that probably still exist. I didn’t sleep for weeks after the event. Sometimes, when its really quiet, I can still hear those boys scream.

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“What do I do, Papa, when the fish don’t follow the lure?” Willy said. “You cast harder.” I responded. “What do I do, Papa, when the plants won’t stand up straight?” Willy asked. “You water harder.” I responded. “Oh what do I do, Papa, when the cake is all mushy and flat?” Willy Asked. “You bake it longer.” I responded. “Oh what do I do, Papa, when my victim won’t cease to breathe?” Willy asked. “You stab harder.” I responded.

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The grass is soft in the meadows, where the rippling wind plays with wild abandon. It looks a little like waves upon the sea. The Lord of Spring rests there among the wildflowers and the drifting waves of gold and green grass. As he lays there he watches the deer come to drink at the river’s edge, just where the forest meets the field.

It was there that the One Who Used to Grieve met him, sitting beside him under the endless springtime sky, drinking in the sunshine.

“Can you tell me,” said the Lord of Spring. “What happened to you? Your brothers and sisters have searched for you long, I have searched for you. I missed you.”

And the One Who Used to Grieve smiled softly and reached up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “I know Father. I missed you too. I am not yet ready to tell my story yet, will you give me time?”

“There is time enough left,” said the Lord of Spring. “Spring’s end draws near, yet it is still far off. Take what time you need, my Son.”

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“Who are you?” That’s the question everyone asks me before they talk to me. I have to ask myself that more often, who am I? I don’t really know who I am, all I know is that my name is Diego Mateo Martinez and I’m a 13-year-old boy who is average-looking, not your basic boy model. I was born in Barcelona, Spain- but that’s all I really know about myself. I have green eyes which are unique I guess but people call me cat-eyes so I guess it’s a bad thing. I have messy brown hair that I never bother to brush because what’s the point? I live in New York City in America and I am an orphan adopted into a foster family who aren’t that lovely…“Idiot!” My foster father shouts at me, he’s a plump man with an ugly moustache who has a temper of a boiling teapot. His name? Charles Smith, but I have to call him Mr. Smith. Why is he shouting at me you ask? Because I made too much noise turning the pages of my favorite book- a Series of Unfortunate Events. He thinks reading is for fools but I just think he says that because he’s not smart enough to understand half of those words. “Diego! Stop reading! Put that book down and start cleaning the bathroom!” Bellowed a higher and falsetto voice. That would be Clara Smith, Charles nasty wife. She may look like she would be a nice and sweet woman… She’s not. You might think that cleaning the bathroom isn’t that bad, it’s worse than that if this couple has a lot of stomach troubles, if you know what I mean. 

My eyes follow the brush going forward and back, again and again… Wait a minute, I don’t think you really need to know how you clean a bathroom, so let’s just skip to when my night truly begins.

Every night, ever since I was six-years-old I would wait till my horrid foster parents would finish drinking their troubles away and go to bed, then I would get out of my “I’m sleeping-but not really” position. As soon as I flip the blanket off me, you can see that I’m wearing a hoodie and some jeans. I then would tiptoe across the small bedroom and open the door quietly to exit the room. I walk to the front door of the house and I just leave to walk around the crowded city. When I’m roaming around the city, there’s always these shadowy figures just lurking in the alleyways while smoking cigarettes, while every now and then they blow a puff of smoke in the air. I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking that I’m one of those guys. I can assure you, I’m not. I don’t care about all those people, I actually go and take a peek into all the stores. You know those really fancy stores with nice things? That’s what I look at. Then I look into the restaurants that are still open around this time of the night, there’s sometimes these families just eating a pleasant meal together. Sometimes, I would just sit outside the restaurant and watch them for hours wishing for the loving and wonderful family I never got to have. I mean, I’m grateful and all that I live under a roof and I at least get something to eat- even if it is scraps from Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I just imagine that I’m a part of one of the families I watch sitting in those restaurants. And no, I’m not a stalker, I’m simply just observing them. I was just enjoying my view of the restaurant until he came along… 

Look out for Chapter 2 next Friday!! 

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Kwentong Buhok 🌈

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So ayun di ako magaling mag intro talaga, kwento ko na lang muna siguro ang estado ng buhok ko ngayon. Heto na ang pinakamatagal na beses na hindi ako nagpapagupit, yung last time eh noong first year college ako at nagdecide akong magpahaba ng buhok ko. Bearable pa naman yung buhok ko at hindi pa ata nakakarating sa awkward stage o ano. Yung pros ngayon is may vibrant hair color pa ko. Shout out sa Manic Panic baka naman po isponsor niyo ko. Hehehehe. Tsaka ang pros din kapag nagkukulay ako ng blue in a few weeks or after a month kulay green naman buhok ko.

Noon talaga ang hilig ko magpalit between blue, blonde at purple. Ang kaso natagalan ako magpalit kasi noong first sem may swimming kami so sayang yung pagkukulay kaya nagstick ako sa pagiging blonde muna.

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(Heto yung sobrang awkward attempt ko na itry magpahaba ng buhok.)

Mula ng tinry ko magpahaba ng buhok noon ay binantaan kami ng toxic na prof namin yung may mahahabang buhok samin na lalaki na magulo ay ibabagsak niya, kaya nangyari pinatrim ko na lang siya. Bale ang sagwa nga ng buhok ko talaga noong first year ako. HAHAHAHA. So ayun nagrequest ako sa barbero ko na trim niyang malinis pero wag na ahitin kasi sawa na ko na kailangan bumalik panay pag tumutubo na yung sides at sobrang patusok tubo niya. After ng gupit ko na yan nag iba na yung texture ng buhok ko, malambot siya na medyo may length at parang pang korean na yung style niya.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOBRANG ANG FETUS AT ANG INOSENTE PA NG ITSURA KO DITO AT LUMALABAS DIN EDAD KO PAG ITIM YUNG BUHOK KO. So yan ang kinalabasan niya noong nagpatrim ako. Gumagamit pa ko dati ng pomade na classic yung sobrang greasy at shampoo pa katapat. Gumagamit rin naman ako ng modern pomade na conditioner lang katapat. Kasi sa totoo lang maarte ako sa buhok ko noon at sa hair products. Ngayon conditioner na lang madalas kong gamit at nagshashampoo lang pag masyado ng malagkit yung buhok ko sa natural oils. Tagal ko na rin di gumagamit ng hair products, maganda kasi texture ng hair ko na.

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Somehow buti di pa namatay buhok ko noong 2019. Ganyan na naging style ng buhok ko for a year. Depende na lang yung length kasi minsan sa iba ko nagpapagupit pag nauuwi akong probinsya at wala yung barbero ko. Yung parting naman depende sa pagsusuklay ko at kung nagmamadali ba ko. HAHAHAHA. Pero yan ang summary ng naging itsura ko for 2019.

Lahat ng ginamit ko na pang kulay ay Manic Panic tapos sa bahay lang ako nagbebleach shout out sa supportive kong mommy! Ngayon may na order ako na ibang brand na hair dyes pero semi-permanent lang din sila. Gusto ko na sana magpalit ng kulay kaso as a leo with a slight narcissism gusto ko na makita ng iba yung bago kong kulay, kaya hinayaan ko na lang muna yung buhok ko.

Sa totoo lang tagal na rin bago ko bumalik sa undercut o shaved yung sides, may times na namimiss ko yung hairstyle at parang gusto kong gawin ulit. Then naalala ko nga pala na sobrang lala ng cowlick o buhok ko sa likod na lumulutang noon kaya wag na lang talaga. HAHAHAHAHA.

So ayun dapat talaga papakita ko lang mirror pic ng buhok ko pero naging kwento na to tungkol sa buhok ko. HAHAHAHAHAHA

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Intro.

Hello, and welcome to our blog! We’re happy to see you’re interested in our insanity, and we hope you enjoy what we make here. This blog is run by two people, @caffinated-creator and @fluidfox123, but you can just call caffinated-creator Nightlight and fluidfox123 Fox if you want.

These two creators are writers and artists are simply looking to share their beloved story with the world. Or in this case, Tumblr. 
This story they created together was made on August 27th of 2018. To this day this story is still being edited, redesigned, and re-imagined. They are not here to get attention. They are not here to get famous. They are just here to have fun and do what they love and what they hope you’ll love too. So, here is a rundown about what this blog will have:

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it actually happened on black friday. i was working with a customer, being all excited and shit, and helping her find what she came in for. after i talked up this product that she liked, cause it was on sale, she looked me dead in the eye and said;

“you are a terrible person. I mean, you are great at your job, but you are horrible.” and ended up buying everything i talked up.

after she checked out, she sought me out just to thank me.

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