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yelyahnaloj · 17 hours
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yelyahnaloj · 18 hours
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Fold the Laundry
Fold the laundry, break the ice.
Pour the detergent, roll the dice.
You’ll never know if you’ve never tried. 
You're waiting for a day that'll never arrive. Put your clothes on the line, in your head you've tried and tried.
Will you do another cycle or retreat?
The worst is in your head, it’ll be alright.
Fold the laundry, break the ice.
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yelyahnaloj · 19 hours
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Dublin's Writer's Museum (permanently closed)
Medieval Crime Museum
Zoological Museum of the Zoological Institute of the Russian Academy of Sciences
Museum of Broken Relationships
Kaunas Museum for the Blind
San Servolo Insane Asylum Museum
Museum of Soviet Arcade Games
Explorers Museum
Dr. Guislain Museum
Mercator Museum
Tesla's Birthplace Museum
Black Museum (permanently closed)
Oxford Museum of the History of Science
Captain Cook Birthplace Museum
Cat's Museum and Indoor Zoo
All these museums were found on Atlas Obscura, sometimes I use this website to find interesting places either where I am traveling or where I live.
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Evil solo leveling like. I will stay connected with my friends and family and form meaningful relationships with others 👹
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Right now tumblr feels like speaking to the gods. Like what message does it have for me now...
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Am I safe to go back home, or am I still on the run?
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Baa
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Question though, does that mean my friend Luca isn't real? Or what's up with that?
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Why is it I just feel adoration?
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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I see things way too literally... I guess I really need a lit class.
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yelyahnaloj · 2 days
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Are you still going to kill me?
I'm flattered and all,
I think it is a pertinent question, though...
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yelyahnaloj · 3 days
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This was my diary entry from 6 years ago. It´s chilling to think about because this diary entry shows what I was really thinking, yet when my friend asked me how my day was, I replied ¨Meh¨. Yet, knowing the headspace I was in, she knew how to say the right things. This clever pun has stuck with me ever since. 
I was inspired to create a design with my friend´s quote:
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If you want to support the mental health of queers, you can purchase this design on a t-shirt on Bonfire. Proceeds go to the Trevor Project. 
Transcription of diary entry:
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yelyahnaloj · 3 days
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@deerydear I think where a lot of the miscommunication is, and I wasn't sure how to address it, started back when I was trying to look up who Garv is for the context and found this post, which I had already read months ago but forgot about. I forgot how dark the posts used to get. At the same time, I was also posting a lot of posts with personal information kinda hoping to learn more about yourself, but I didn't know if I was being pushy and maybe you just wanted to be a more anonymous blogger. So between those two things I made a post making fun of myself for giving out a lot of information. Which got the reply that you were worried about me sometimes, which I felt defensive by but not sure how to address it. So the selkie meme post had multiple meanings, but was particularly a response to the comment partially meaning that people don't necessarily have to be passively along for the ride to their downfall or to become something they are not, that they could set boundaries or opt out when they realize they are uncomfortable or unsafe (I guess regarding internet safety or something), but given my mood at the time and the joke, I purposely made it seem intense/spooky. That seemed to provoke a stronger response from you than I was expecting, and although I partially understood the posts about Ratatouille, I still kept reading it over and over trying out different ways to interpret it. Rereading it after watching the serial killer youtube videos put me in a weird mood, and I noticed that your posts got more aggressive as well. So there just seems to be a lot of reactions and confusion and it seems to get worse, and the context, probably on both sides, is unclear. Or something IDK.
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yelyahnaloj · 4 days
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Don't ask what I actually think or you'll just get a dumb answer:
Assassination obviously...
Hide and smash electronics in the woods, sleep under an uprooted tree where no one can find you, almost convince yourself to drop out of school to skip town, being suspicious of passersby's that they are in on the plot and that is why they are speaking into their phone or watch while looking at you as they pass. 24 hours later, I realize I maayybee came to the wrong conclusions. Despite everything it was almost fun, like a challenge and nature was beautiful, but I also ended up dehydrated, damp and sleep deprived. I couldn't smash my phone, so I might be able to recover it if I find out where I stashed it...
On a different note, I observed a new deer behavior while sitting in the woods. It looked right at me and nodded. Then moved a little and nodded again. It moved somewhere else and looked at me again, eventually ran off. I googled the behavior and it says:
As mentioned, the head bob (up and down or side to side) is another movement. While this technically isn’t a signal to other deer, other deer certainly understand that it sees something it doesn’t like. While the common belief is that deer are doing this to fake out their target, it’s more likely they are trying to see it from multiple angles to piece the image together; as deer see much differently than we do.
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yelyahnaloj · 5 days
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A couple days ago I saw this and freaked out and blocked it
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The username referenced this character: https://lagooncompany.fandom.com/wiki/Revy
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yelyahnaloj · 5 days
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I feel danger
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yelyahnaloj · 5 days
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someone called my pedophile uncle that I have barely seen since before he went to prison, looking for me. Sus. No one I know outside family would know him.
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