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Can I Please Eat In The Computer Room Tonight? by Nicole Nikolich (2025)

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editors of some undergraduate journal mistakenly think I wrote something worth publishing

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“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

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Snow on the beach (expired film)

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Spring lumen prints. Fiber based photographic paper, exposed to sunlight, toned and fixed.

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I hate hate hate my eating disorder. It has been robbing me of my time, joy, energy and interests for almost half my life now. I genuinely believe I could have done great things if not for that stupid illness and I hate everyone and everything that contributed to its development.

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went to my first ballet class today and came very close to fainting which I think is highly appropriate

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I’m so tired all the time

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"Der Weg" , Mary Wigman , 1932

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I was renting what was essentially a freezing shed without any insulation and had to move out so I wouldn’t die during the winter and then my landlady and her husband were stalking me and harassing me on the street to a point where I still experienced crying spells days later (despite me literally not owing her any money ever and paying rent even for the time after I moved out). I don’t have a place/room in the country I study in at the moment and in January I’m going to exchange on another continent that I’m barely prepared for and not excited at all but who cares. Why take things seriously. I might as well start posting about my life on here. RIP to my digital footprint. What a semester.

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Весна 1945го | The Spring of 1945;

Raisa Kudrevich, 1970.