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Rose Thorne(She/Her) @ NakariLexfortaine @lemm.ee
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  • And all contained in the palm of your hand.

    So much swapping back to that damned flashlight, I will never understand that decision. It didn't build tension, it just made me get really good at beating things to death so I didn't have to keep switching out.

  • It tastes nothing like Chex Mix. Trust me. More like salt with maybe a little dirt mixed in. You can get food-grade D.E.

    It's also a natural flea treatment if you can't use chemical treatment for whatever reason. Does the same thing as to the snails. Shreds the exoskeleton and dries them out

  • "Nuke Jeep"? Put some honor on that name, it looks to be a Davey Crockett! A portable nuclear suicide, given the firing range!

    They were an absolutely awful idea, and so was my birth, so that's the Jeep for me.

  • Overruled

    Jump
  • But at what cost? How many of his challenges did you have to face? Is the numbness over taking this life shock, or have you become so truly numb to death that, even in victory, there is only the endless void?

    Can you live in the world you have created, or have you merely started down the path of the monster yourself?

  • We had an outlook beside a power substation. Technically it was a maintenance pulloff, but it was so rarely used they really didn't care unless you caused problems.

    Spent so many nights figuring shit out, leaned up against the hood of her old Cavalier. We would watch shift change at the concrete factory, trying to decide where our lives were headed. Swapped cigarettes over heartbreaks, worked through trauma watching the sunrise.

    There's so much of that point in my life I wish I could cut away, but getting done with a show for the night and heading up that old mountain road is one of the few memories I would choose to keep. Those times where it felt like we could actually do something, that we were going somewhere.