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Tag: rest

  • A lovely unintended consequence of the shitty downstairs neighbor finally leaving..

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    We appear to be sleeping better over here now. I have no clue why we’re sleeping better since he won’t be out until the end of this month, but he does seem to be around much less, and when he is, he’s far quieter. So we sort of fully collapse when we’re here now for…

  • Some Very Good News

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    SINNERS REJOICE! I, Lazarus, slept for approximately eight and a half hours and DIDN’T HAVE ANY NIGHTMARES THAT I CAN RECALL! Hell yeah! I’m also not super scrambled today so far, but I’ve been up for less than thirty minutes. LET’S ROCK TODAY, BITCHES (affectionate). I think I’m gonna go throw alllll of my newfound…

  • Tales From The Blanket Lump

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. Lazarus here. Sorry for going fucking dark for the last little while. Lumine visited this past week, during which time I was so goddamned stressed my body came inches from basically falling apart. It wasn’t his fault at all, and he was in fact a most excellent baby. If anyone is to blame,…

  • Lost In Time And Space

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. This is Lazarus, once again. As I write this, I’m sitting on my apartment’s balcony space so that I can get a bit of fresh air. At Emerson’s suggestion, I took today largely away from the Internet to clear my head, but it seems to have made me sadder, albeit less anxious. I’ve…

  • (Ab)normalcy

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. This is your trusty guide and sorcerer, Lazarus, once again. Today was very slow moving, as I woke up tired and I didn’t really recover much energy all day. I don’t think the weather helped much, nor did my anxiety about the upcoming presidential elections, but my pain wasn’t too bad, and I…

  • At Last, I’m Found

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, all. This is Lazarus again. In 2021, I was talking with my friend Delta about all of the shit I was going through at the time while deep in survival mode and about being an Enneagram Eight largely geared toward self preservation, and I predicted that once I got out of survival mode and…

  • First Breath After Coma

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hello, all! My name is Castor. I’m the Ashley system’s first host, and I went dormant for fifteen years at the age of eleven. I titled this post “First Breath After Coma” because I was essentially comatose for fifteen years inside my own mind while my body and headmates carried on without me, and while…

  • Food for Thought

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey! My name is Ceryse. I’ve taken over for the day at Renn’s request. I’m a little deep-thinking introverted spitfire who’s just as fond of cussing as he is, fortunately or unfortunately for y’all. Today’s deep thoughts are the result of weeks of contemplating that very thing – thought itself. I’m calling this post “food…