u/Tricky-Hat1810

hiya. i'm from new jersey and would prefer local folks, but i'm open to talking to others. i'm bisexual and demisexual.

i'm looking for someone to get to know. hopefully you're open to discord or voice memos early on. i'm really looking for someone with a good head on their shoulders. i value education, stability, loyalty, independence, and intelligence. specifically someone aged 25-32 or roundabouts there.

my hobbies include baking, crafting, playing webkinz, watching youtube, beading, reading, writing, hiking, and being outside.

tell me a bit about you :) feel free to send me a voice memo from vocaroo to start it out, i like those cx

hiya. i'm from new jersey and would prefer local folks, but i'm open to talking to others. i'm bisexual and demisexual.

i'm looking for someone to get to know. hopefully you're open to discord or voice memos early on. i'm really looking for someone with a good head on their shoulders. i value education, stability, loyalty, independence, and intelligence. specifically someone aged 25-32 or roundabouts there.

my hobbies include baking, crafting, playing webkinz, watching youtube, beading, reading, writing, hiking, and being outside.

tell me a bit about you :) feel free to send me a voice memo from vocaroo to start it out, i like those cx

hiya. i'm from new jersey and would prefer local folks, but i'm open to talking to others. i'm bisexual and demisexual.

i'm looking for someone to get to know. hopefully you're open to discord or voice memos early on. i'm really looking for someone with a good head on their shoulders. i value education, stability, loyalty, independence, and intelligence. specifically someone aged 25-32 or roundabouts there.

my hobbies include baking, crafting, playing webkinz, watching youtube, beading, reading, writing, hiking, and being outside.

tell me a bit about you :) feel free to send me a voice memo from vocaroo to start it out, i like those cx

i guess there isn't really anything wrong. i have a house, a source of income, the ability to bathe and feed myself, a car. i cant complain but I am.

idk if it's because I'm on my period or what. but probably not because it's been happening a lot before today and this week, too.

I am such a cyclical person. yeah, there's probably some mental problems somewhere in there. but I haven't had great experiences with therapy and I definitely won't take medication. please don't suggest it or belittle me for my choices. I'm aware the implications.

I'm incredibly self aware. I know I'm very smart. I know I have shitty self esteem. I know I'm very capable. i try not to be shitty towards myself but I am. i certainly am.

literally two days ago I made a whole financial plan and how I'm going to get ahead. well yesterday I did good getting my steps in (10k!) and did my main job then was too burnt out to do side work. the side work I do need to do because I need extra money. today I tried and failed an onboarding. the second time. i feel like an idiot. i go to the other platform I make money on and felt like a lost puppy. i need to pay to play on that one, it feels risky.

i want to be healthy. i want to eat good and sleep good and drink water and exercise. i want to learn Japanese and Italian more than fucking anything. i want to hike. i want to bake and learn to cook. i want to read. i have my own books I want to write. i just bought another online course two days ago, hyped out of my mind for it. I want to craft. i want to try to make a business selling my crafts. i want to try my hand at social media. i want to learn to sew. i want to go out and do things to try to make friends in the wild.

i want this year to be different. i want to find people who crave my company. i want to be fearless. i want to post my life online without worrying because I really do like taking pics and posting and making videos. i want to document my highs and my lows. i want people to know the real me. i want to find people who want to know the real me.

i want to get ahead. i don't want to stay comfortable. i want to be busy. i want to sleep good. i want to have company and friends and interests and hobbies and fun.

I know my life can be good. i am so stuck in my head. I'm so fucking cyclical. ugh just want to make more of my life.

I am looking for their PSF the Heather Flower Tea. I will trade a 100 KC coin for one of these PSFs! Thanks c:

Looking to purchase the following. If you're able to let me know prices of all individually or mostly individually, that would be most helpful!

Highest Priority:

-Platinum Selling Toilet

-Platinum Selling Sink

-Platinum Selling Shower

-Sparkling Tiara

-Rose Petal Spa

-Pink Googles Stage

Medium Priority:

-Salon Dryer Chair

-Salon Sink

-Salon Styling Cabinet

-Glam Boutique Hair Care Display

Low Priority:

-Pink and Blue Cornflower Plant x2

-Pink Kitten Floral Topiary

-Rose Petal Side Cupboard

-Ohh La La Dresser

-Ohh La La Chaise

-Ohh La La Vanity

-Glamorous Pedi Station

we walk through the dimly lit forest, the morning sun just beginning to filter through the dense treetops, the smallest faints of blue visible above our heads. trying to hold hands, but one of us keeps consistently dropping it as we maneuver through thick brush, but never failing to grab it again. after we reach a clearing we take a brief pause, look at the field of flowers in front of us and take long deep breaths of the clear, fresh air, filling our lungs as best we can while being absolutely enamored by the breathtaking view of where our hike has brought us.

footprints behind, shells ahead. i pick up one and put it in your pocket to bring home. the crisp ocean lapping at our feet as we stroll along the pin-straight shoreline. legs chafed, hair windblown, but cares left at home. the sweet smells of funnel cake, cool ice cream, and homemade pizza waft towards us from the boardwalk, beckoning us, yet the sea breeze blows coolly over the water, crashing wave after wave, welcoming us for a quick dip. you look at me, pushing my hair behind my ear and ask whether i'd rather swim a few more minutes or finally grab lunch.

both windows in the front seat are down, whipping my air in my face and causing old receipts and straw wrappers to blow around the floor of the car. you've got one hand on my leg and one on the wheel. the radio's at full blast, bass rattling the frame of the car and pummeling neighborhood's long asleep as we drive the winding curved roads in the wee hours, seemingly chasing the moon in hot pursuit. the stars lay ahead in a spattering of light, forming constellations we know and many we don't know yet.

hey. i'm just a girl. hopeless romantic. nihilist, absurdist, with some glimmers of hope left deep within. i hope you are close to my age and close to me location-wise. i don't mind your gender. i hope you have a degree, a job, your own place to live. i hope you are creative, love life, always want more. i hope you think, are calm, patient, and conscious of your feelings. i hope you can talk to me, about anything and everything, deeply and with understanding. i hope you're curious about me, listen to me, and want to help me. let's make the above reality.

we walk through the dimly lit forest, the morning sun just beginning to filter through the dense treetops, the smallest faints of blue visible above our heads. trying to hold hands, but one of us keeps consistently dropping it as we maneuver through thick brush, but never failing to grab it again. after we reach a clearing we take a brief pause, look at the field of flowers in front of us and take long deep breaths of the clear, fresh air, filling our lungs as best we can while being absolutely enamored by the breathtaking view of where our hike has brought us.

footprints behind, shells ahead. i pick up one and put it in your pocket to bring home. the crisp ocean lapping at our feet as we stroll along the pin-straight shoreline. legs chafed, hair windblown, but cares left at home. the sweet smells of funnel cake, cool ice cream, and homemade pizza waft towards us from the boardwalk, beckoning us, yet the sea breeze blows coolly over the water, crashing wave after wave, welcoming us for a quick dip. you look at me, pushing my hair behind my ear and ask whether i'd rather swim a few more minutes or finally grab lunch.

both windows in the front seat are down, whipping my air in my face and causing old receipts and straw wrappers to blow around the floor of the car. you've got one hand on my leg and one on the wheel. the radio's at full blast, bass rattling the frame of the car and pummeling neighborhood's long asleep as we drive the winding curved roads in the wee hours, seemingly chasing the moon in hot pursuit. the stars lay ahead in a spattering of light, forming constellations we know and many we don't know yet.

hey. i'm just a girl. hopeless romantic. nihilist, absurdist, with some glimmers of hope left deep within. i hope you are close to my age and close to me location-wise. i don't mind your gender. i hope you have a degree, a job, your own place to live. i hope you are creative, love life, always want more. i hope you think, are calm, patient, and conscious of your feelings. i hope you can talk to me, about anything and everything, deeply and with understanding. i hope you're curious about me, listen to me, and want to help me. let's make the above reality.

we walk through the dimly lit forest, the morning sun just beginning to filter through the dense treetops, the smallest faints of blue visible above our heads. trying to hold hands, but one of us keeps consistently dropping it as we maneuver through thick brush, but never failing to grab it again. after we reach a clearing we take a brief pause, look at the field of flowers in front of us and take long deep breaths of the clear, fresh air, filling our lungs as best we can while being absolutely enamored by the breathtaking view of where our hike has brought us.

footprints behind, shells ahead. i pick up one and put it in your pocket to bring home. the crisp ocean lapping at our feet as we stroll along the pin-straight shoreline. legs chafed, hair windblown, but cares left at home. the sweet smells of funnel cake, cool ice cream, and homemade pizza waft towards us from the boardwalk, beckoning us, yet the sea breeze blows coolly over the water, crashing wave after wave, welcoming us for a quick dip. you look at me, pushing my hair behind my ear and ask whether i'd rather swim a few more minutes or finally grab lunch.

​

both windows in the front seat are down, whipping my air in my face and causing old receipts and straw wrappers to blow around the floor of the car. you've got one hand on my leg and one on the wheel. the radio's at full blast, bass rattling the frame of the car and pummeling neighborhood's long asleep as we drive the winding curved roads in the wee hours, seemingly chasing the moon in hot pursuit. the stars lay ahead in a spattering of light, forming constellations we know and many we don't know yet.

​

hey. i'm just a girl. hopeless romantic. nihilist, absurdist, with some glimmers of hope left deep within. i hope you are close to my age and close to me location-wise. i don't mind your gender. i hope you have a degree, a job, your own place to live. i hope you are creative, love life, always want more. i hope you think, are calm, patient, and conscious of your feelings. i hope you can talk to me, about anything and everything, deeply and with understanding. i hope you're curious about me, listen to me, and want to help me. let's make the above reality.

we walk through the dimly lit forest, the morning sun just beginning to filter through the dense treetops, the smallest faints of blue visible above our heads. trying to hold hands, but one of us keeps consistently dropping it as we maneuver through thick brush, but never failing to grab it again. after we reach a clearing we take a brief pause, look at the field of flowers in front of us and take long deep breaths of the clear, fresh air, filling our lungs as best we can while being absolutely enamored by the breathtaking view of where our hike has brought us.

​

footprints behind, shells ahead. i pick up one and put it in your pocket to bring home. the crisp ocean lapping at our feet as we stroll along the pin-straight shoreline. legs chafed, hair windblown, but cares left at home. the sweet smells of funnel cake, cool ice cream, and homemade pizza waft towards us from the boardwalk, beckoning us, yet the sea breeze blows coolly over the water, crashing wave after wave, welcoming us for a quick dip. you look at me, pushing my hair behind my ear and ask whether i'd rather swim a few more minutes or finally grab lunch.

​

both windows in the front seat are down, whipping my air in my face and causing old receipts and straw wrappers to blow around the floor of the car. you've got one hand on my leg and one on the wheel. the radio's at full blast, bass rattling the frame of the car and pummeling neighborhood's long asleep as we drive the winding curved roads in the wee hours, seemingly chasing the moon in hot pursuit. the stars lay ahead in a spattering of light, forming constellations we know and many we don't know yet.

​

hey. i'm just a girl. hopeless romantic. nihilist, absurdist, with some glimmers of hope left deep within. i hope you are close to my age and close to me location-wise. i don't mind your gender. i hope you have a degree, a job, your own place to live. i hope you are creative, love life, always want more. i hope you think, are calm, patient, and conscious of your feelings. i hope you can talk to me, about anything and everything, deeply and with understanding. i hope you're curious about me, listen to me, and want to help me. let's make the above reality.