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@spaceoutdreamer / spaceoutdreamer.tumblr.com

I may forget a face but I never remember a name
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People keep being surprised I'm bi and not a lesbian because they've "never heard me talk about a man" but like. Have you heard a man talk recently ? If anything, I'm surprised straight women exist at all

#story time#I work with men#And frankly ?#I'm not impressed#Men are trash#''urr durr a key that can open every lock is a great key but a lock that gets open by any key is a trash lock''#Shut the fuck up bro you make me want to commit war crimes#Who in their right fucking mind would ever want a man
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I couldn't sleep. I knew this was gonna happen beforehand, so I took the medication I was prescribed, despite hating how it makes me feel. It works wonders for sleep. I woke up once, to turn off the alarm. I woke up a second time. 9am. I am two hours late. Everything is spinning. I want to throw up. I don't have the time to brush my teeth. I need to go. I stumble out of my place and rush out the door. The door swings open with no resistance. I forgot the landlord had to remove the arm above it that made it close. I need to get to the tram. The toast in my mouth falls to the ground, as does the remains of my sanity. It feels like the worst I've ever felt. Hope lost its meaning and every second that passes feels even more excrutiating that the last.

The bus in front of my place will be here in less than a minute. A miracle. I wait for it, the world is still dancing around me. I am the central pylone of the universe, the only thing standing still as everything else spins and tumbles and sings and dances to a tune I am the only one deaf to.

The bus arrives. I walk in, bumping into the doors as I do. I hold my card to the card reader. My eyes are blinded by the red lights that emit from the screen. The card has been denied. I quickly remember today's date. November 2nd. I forgot to buy the monthly pass yesterday. My eyes meet the driver's. As I'm about to tell him I need to buy a ticket, he gestures for me to climb aboard anyway, almost like he'd heard my soul shatter when he looked into my eyes.

The dance stops for a heartbeat, as if the music had sputtered and the world had reacted accordingly. And during this heartbeat, I am whole once again.

#story time#bullshit stories#no bus to take me to work#but I'm almost there
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