college
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i used to hate sunday mornings. for me, sundays tasted like catholic mass lectures and soccer games i would rather spend dancing. sundays were synonymous with chores and endings: daylight savings, sleeping in, and the weekend all coming to a close all within the same day. as i grew older, sundays still remained a stale
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howdy hey! i want to start out this blog with an apology. for the 10 people that actually read this blog, i feel awful knowing i abandoned you for a few months! and after doing so well with weekly posts! consider my new year’s resolution of actually keeping up with a blog gone. a moment
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when this whole quarantine thing started, i was barely getting out of bed in the morning and had a wardrobe rotation of three pairs of leggings, four hoodies, and two pairs of sweatpants. i was the pinnacle of fashion… for a homeless man. my mom always told me, “if you look good, you feel good.”
julianna marie 