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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? Usually I like to cope with my emotions by not coping with them at all, or at least permanently. You see, there’s always something to be bummed by. And once you finally get over one thing, there’s another thing right around the corner to make…
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What makes you feel nostalgic? I’m old I guess. It doesn’t feel like I’m old but simultaneously I’m reminded of it when I think of something that I thought wasn’t that long ago and realize it’s been 20+ years. I’m nostalgic for a time before Facebook and instagram, Tik Tok, Snapchat, and Twitter. I feel…
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What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life What is the concept of living a long life? You either do or you don’t. Sure, there are things you can do to try to live longer but it may all come to naught. There is many a grave filled with people…
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I’ve smoked cigarettes since I was 14 years old. Don’t ask me why, I just really wanted to fit in with the wrong people. God, I was such a pushover as a kid. I remember just deciding I was going to smoke with my friends. It took a week to even be able to inhale…
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It’s a new month. The possibilities are endless of what I could excitedly commit myself to accomplishing that I may or may not follow through with. Every month to me is like a New Year’s resolution list in which I choose lofty goals to achieve and then I promptly don’t when met with the slightest…
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I accept that I am hopelessly ADHD. I struggle with executive function in every sense of the word. I can’t plan anything, except planning to buy planners that I fill out one week of and set on the shelf to never be opened again. I can’t manage time for the life of me. I make…
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that…
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At some point in the bus ride to Granada, I passed the bounds of reality and entered into a new plane of existence. I’m not sure which mountain or what alien landscape finally pushed me to this realization, but by the time the we were about 20 minutes out, I felt the call of this…
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I…
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It’s the end of another day in my household, one that seems to play out all too familiarly. I start my morning with a semblance of a routine that I have cobbled together; a leftover from Europe I suppose. I wash my face, make myself a thermos of tea (this week I am stuck on…
Ghosts in The Attic 