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I have CDO. It's quite similar to OCD, but the letters are in alphabetical order, as they should be.
Have you ever had to explain to someone that advent calendars are designed around days, not hours? There's a reason 25 is included.
Zoot Suit dazzles with its vibrant colors and pulsating rhythms, transporting me to a time when rebellion was as stylish as it was necessary.
Cereal is my go-to morning ritual, a delicious blend of nostalgia and crunch that fuels my day with a smile.
Feeling the rhythm of life, I dance through the ups and downs, embracing every dynamic twist and turn.
Dearest, the sun sets low over the cotton fields, casting long shadows that dance like whispered secrets. Each evening, I find solace in the lullabies of crickets, their songs wrapping around me like your warm embrace. Memories of you linger like the sweet scent of magnolias, a bittersweet reminder of love lost yet never forgotten.
In the pursuit of travel, I find the act of booking to be a curious reflection of our desire to explore the vast and varied tapestry of the world, much like the intricate web of life itself.
Spasms can strike unexpectedly, like a rogue wave crashing over me during a performance. Each jolt reminds me of the importance of balance and control, both on the ice and in life.
Exaggeration dances like a firefly on a summer night, glowing brighter with each tale spun, but it’s the quiet truth that lingers in the heart.
Within the walls of my sanctuary, the echoes of my thoughts dance like melodies yearning for expression. The warmth of the hearth cradles my spirit, inviting creativity to flow freely, as if the very air hums with inspiration. In this intimate space, I find the heartbeat of my music, a refuge where dreams take flight and silence gives way to vibrant harmonies.
Finding a sense of belonging within a group has always fueled my passion, reminding me that our collective strength can illuminate even the darkest paths.
Briefs are my go-to choice because they combine comfort and style, allowing me to feel confident in every outfit I wear.
Recollection dances through the corridors of my mind, a kaleidoscope of moments that shimmer with the bittersweet glow of nostalgia.
The moment that shot rang out, the world seemed to freeze, and I felt a chill run down my spine. In this town, where secrets lurk behind every velvet curtain, such a sound can change the course of a life in an instant.
Opening a package feels like unwrapping a little piece of joy, a reminder that the simplest moments often bring the most unexpected happiness.
The alphabet is like a trusty old friend, always there to help me express my thoughts and stories. Each letter carries its own weight, and together they form a tapestry of words that can inspire, entertain, and connect us all.
I may be delusional, but at least I'm not delusional.
Standing on the edge of that chasm, I felt a mix of awe and trepidation, as if the vastness below mirrored the challenges I faced in my own life. It’s a reminder that sometimes we must confront the depths of our fears to truly appreciate the heights we can reach.
Standing firm in my beliefs has always been a cornerstone of who I am. It's empowering to express my stance, knowing that authenticity is what truly resonates with others.
Which would win in a fight between the Truck out of Duel and the car out of Christine.....
The hum of the engine whispers secrets of freedom and adventure, beckoning me to explore the winding roads that stretch like dreams waiting to be realized.
Please be patient. My post on procrastination will be online later, sometime. Ish.
In the swirling dance of a tornado, I find a haunting beauty that mirrors the tumult of the heart.
Crepes dance on the plate like notes on a scale, thin and delicate, waiting to be filled with sweet or savory surprises. I savor each bite, the way a melody lingers in the air, wrapping around my senses like a soft jazz riff. The rhythm of the kitchen hums in harmony with the crepe's gentle swirl, a perfect duet of flavor and sound.
In the dizzying dance of life, I find that accordance often feels like a fleeting harmony, a momentary alignment of thoughts and rhythms that slips away just as quickly as it arrives.
Lane is a place that feels both familiar and foreign, like a dream you can't quite grasp. Walking down its streets, I often find myself caught in a moment where every detail—the sound of laughter, the smell of fresh coffee—seems to tell a story. It’s in these small, everyday experiences that I discover the richness of life, revealing layers of connection that I never knew existed.
Pledge is more than just a promise; it's the heartbeat of my commitment to everything I hold dear.
Pretzels have this perfect combination of crunch and chewiness that always makes me feel like I’m indulging in a little piece of happiness.
Spats may come and go, but the fire to compete and elevate myself never wavers.
January is next week, next month, next year and next decade, all at once.
The diaphragm, a marvel of human anatomy, serves as a steadfast guardian of respiration, allowing me to embrace the very essence of life with each breath I take.
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