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evilbridgetjones · 2 months
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starting an unreleased loveletter series on my blog, can't decide if I'm thrilled or nauseous hahaa
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evilbridgetjones · 2 months
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Why I Swapped Dating Apps for 5 mile Runs This Year 
I swapped dating apps for running and learned a lot about myself. Here's how I'm feeling after the end of my 2nd month.
by Evil Bridget Jones Since I started running at the end of December 2023, I’ve logged 140 miles, publicly cried in at least 5 new places, and learned a lot about the lies my mind tells that don’t ring true in my body. Three months ago, I had never voluntarily run, jogged, walked, or even so much as crawled more than a mile either in the name of the trendy Hot Girl Walk (so as not to turn into…
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evilbridgetjones · 2 months
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Donna Tartt
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༺𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠༻
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So naturally, I subsequently had my heart ripped out in the most spectacular way. After I thought I’d done everything right, I didn’t just go back on my promise of spinsterhood, committed to dying alone and having my face eaten off by my roommate’s cat, I threw out the whole fucking program. But fast forward three months, and I was just trying my best to act like it had never fucking happened.   But it happened, and it hurt. And it made me feel like I had been wrong about everything. Not just about finally getting it right, but about the whole fucking theory that I had been so set on testing. Fuck the theory. Fuck the results. Fuck the arcade you took me to for a fucking breakup date. And fuck you.  So, this is the part where I say something good so I don’t sound inconsolably desolate and more than slightly unhinged, right? Like I was having trouble coping with losing my love or I got my heart broken unexpectedly and needed to adjust. But I’d much rather call a spade a spade. You ever have somebody get you so fucked up that you’re imagining smashing their windows with a tire iron during your workouts? I got my heart broken, I forgot to eat briefly, and I had to rot depressively in my childhood bedroom because my entire life outside of the romance department was also in shambles. And now instead of waking up excited for good morning texts, I wake up excited to crush some pre-workout and feel the sun, or the rain, or the mist of a foggy day. 
Why I Swapped Dating Apps for 5 Mile Runs This Year by Evil Bridget Jones | Full Post on Wordpress
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evilbridgetjones · 2 months
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read & write like it’s air you need to live.
the internet is but the digital wind carrying your words and thoughts to others. it doesn’t matter that 99% won’t read it, what matters is that 1% that do
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At its core, every piece of media we ever have consumed and ever will consume — whether it’s art, music, books, movies — is fundamentally about love, or the lack of it.
it’s an inescapable facet of human life. it could be about the love you have for people in your life, or how much you hate your job, or love your city, but the love is always there.
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The concept is simple, and gender is hardly a factor in the grand scheme. The Angel, starry-eyed and probably somewhat naive, meets someone they’re determined to write a novel with. The Liar, debatably lacking self-awareness, allows themself to engage with the Angel’s whimsy - only long enough to get them hooked on the ride.
The Tale of The Angel and the Liar by Evil Bridget Jones
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Whimsigoth on runway
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evilbridgetjones · 2 months
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"sexo, internet, funk, joy, rage, bouts of wistful nostalgia, mr booty ham sandwich, yoshi knocking over the tree at 4am, 4 bodies on one couch, grandma noodles, bok choy, 12 olives at 4am, 생일 축하 메세지, vagabundo, 3 hour facetimes with long distance besties, perfect arabic scores, waking up crying, screaming in the mirror, drinking green things, shaking all you limbs, somatic healing, taking an angry poop like a fucking sim, hibiscus tea, upping your protein, dreaming of you, watching baki to cope, haunting the halls for 3am tea, remembering the rage, marrying the rage, taking a day off from the rage to recuperate, homemade tea blends with rose (always rose), loving fully & ceaselessly, knowing apathy is the death of love even if the latter could kill you, lovesexdeath, twenty-six"
veintesexie, evil bridget jones, december 17, 2023
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