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(dead dove, do not eat)

Something that once made you happy shouldn't be considered a failure even after it has ended.

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I wanna play 7 in Heaven With strangers in neon lights Feeling a little too high

Snowed in

'Wake up' she says in the littlest voice. It's a gentle request rather than a demand, and it leaves me unable to be as annoyed as I'd sometimes like to be. Not that she uses this power overtly. Then, I think, she might soon run out. 'All right, button.. What is it?' I mutter, pushing my covers aside. 'I need to use the stove.' A quick wash-up later I follow her downstairs. The setup in the kitchen tells me exactly how urgently the stove was 'needed'. She's measured milk into a kettle with two mugs, which now sit on the counter, cocoa powder put in. A spoonful for me, three and one sugar for her, peppermint for both. She sits by in her pyjamas, frizzy head drooping. Only after we both have a steaming mug in front of us, do I address the offence 'You know, hot chocolate isn't really an emergency. I mean how early is it, anyway?' She shrugs. 'At least we'll get ya to school on time..' 'There's no school today.' I acknowledge her with a hum. Looking out the window, where white fluff is still floating around, I slowly come to the realization she's waken me, so that we could do nothing, together, for as long as possible. I point this out to her, scoldingly, but the twinkle in her eyes says she knows I'm not mad. I put the mugs into the sink with last night's dinner dishes, and pour water into the emptied kettle. I figure since we're up before the alarms, we have a few hours to waste for pleasure.

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Kertokaa kokemuksia, vinkkejä & faktatietoa Suomen kunnissa asumisesta. Millanen kirjasto, pärjääkö autottomana, kannattaako pyrkiä lääkäriin, onko ok fiilis käppäillä päämäärättömästi/vaan hengailla ulkona ym. oleellista :3

Kuulun sateenkaarivähemmistöön, enkä puhu mitenkään erityisen hyvää ruotsia, tai venäjää. Arvostan hyvää ruokaa, ja oon kulttuurin ystävä, (raskaampi musiikki, teatteri, historialliset tapahtumat/näyttelyt erityisesti) paitsi että aika rahaton. Plussaa kelvollisesta rannasta.

Ois myös kiinnostusta palata jonkin harrastuksen pariin, tai aloittaa uusi, jos 'aikuisille' nyt mitään sellaisia ryhmiä edes on. Ensisijaisesti näyttämötaiteet ja jousiammunta.

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