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1972 Dodge Challenger
Restored 1972 Dodge Challenger / 340 / Automatic / $46,500
Key Details:
• Mileage: Odometer reads 20,217 miles (actual mileage cannot be verified)
• VIN: JH23G2B132189
• Engine: Great running 340 V8 (Not the original engine)
• Transmission: 904 automatic transmission
• Exhaust: Headers / Dual exhaust / Flowmaster mufflers
• Brakes: Power front disc brakes
• Steering: Power
• Air Conditioning: Not equipped
• Interior: Nice Black interior (originally code: "B6" Blue)
• Exterior: Nice Blue Paint (Over Restored / Underside painted body color / originally "A4" Silver)
• Wheels and tires: 17" American Racing wheels with 235/55-255/50 tires
• Mechanical Info: 8-3/4 rear / Aluminum radiator
Additional Features:
• Bucket seats / Center console / Slap stick shifter
• Fully Restored / Very nice underside
• Runs and drives great
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Goddamn that is super impressive.
i love little humans. my ten-year-old sister just showed me the telegraph machine she carefully crafted out of a paper plate, paper, and an old tissue box
#crafts?#oh god how do i tag this#artistoc rendition#telegraph machine#let little girls be weird 2024#artistic rendition#i'm not deleting the typo tag i am lazy
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✨ Please reblog the polls to make them reach out to as many people as possible, but KEEP IT SPOILER-FREE to make people listen to the music with an open mind 💖 Artists and titles will be revealed after the poll's conclusion, check the original post for an update! ✨
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me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid
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Could you perhaps make an artistic rendering of said telegraph machine? :D
i love little humans. my ten-year-old sister just showed me the telegraph machine she carefully crafted out of a paper plate, paper, and an old tissue box
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Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!
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ok lets settle it. which laios is getting the best dick rn
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Every pleasure is a guilty pleasure if you were raised Catholic enough
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Darcy: *confesses his love to Elizabeth*
Elizabeth:
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Hey, Chronic Pain Tumblr, can anyone link me to the post that talks about how to talk to nurses/doctors when they brush you off and keep suggesting ibuprofen/acetaminophen? Meanwhile you already take enough of it to kill your liver over a few years time?
#friend is dealing with that Exact issue and I cannot find it#i have found other helpful posts though thank you Chronic Pain Tumblr#chronic pain#chronic illness#chronic pain treatment
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here’s to all the weird little girls growing up into even weirder men
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youre covered in blood?? like some kind of slut??
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Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we're old friends, and you're not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.
I've been doing a lot of work recently that's focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I'm not good enough. That I'm somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.
Some days it's a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it's loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.
Anyway, because I'm several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my "recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms" worksheet mixed in with the "you're not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels" worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.
The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren't sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I'm someone I'm not.
Because I'm masking my ADHD for their convenience.
I've always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn't fit in or was failing in some way I couldn't see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.
So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they'd stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they'd realize I'm a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.
If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I'm your gal.
Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.
Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn't also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.
And it's that aftermath that's affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do-- but it doesn't feel real because that is how I mask.
And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I'm dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I'm doing is so foreign my brain has decided it's just another form of masking.
I'm pretending to be a good author so people will think I'm a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I'm Weird and not whatever palatable version I've presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.
Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn't an obvious giveaway.
Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.
I'm going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.
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i have been young and i have been small. but i do not think i have ever been a child.
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It's been a bad day for family trauma, fam
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