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funfettified · 3 months
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life is so good rn i love my bf and my cats and my friends and my room is clean and i get to tattoo my friend next week and i think im getting a promotion soon :D
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samknu · 11 months
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deerstacks · 11 months
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It’s been a cold winter.
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itsdina1 · 6 months
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Deer. Diary.🤎 :the birthday blews 11/23/23
A golden birthday forsure. Is that sarcasm? Maybe. Oh where do we start?? So I turned 23, on the 23rd, in '23. I started my bday off at work….I currently, sadly, work at zon of the Am. And well, my coworkers helped start it off nicely. I talked to the newest line up in my crushery bullshit. His name? We’re going to call him lakeside. Full name? Lakeside espanol. (more info on him later.) We talked...For three hours as we worked....Didn’t even realize the time went that fast I swear. crazy part is, I was supposed to leave work the time he started talking to me, but that conversation made me stay. It was magical. Really. Shout out to that hunk of a man.🥰
Fast forward a few hours, my mom and sisters bust in my room singing happy birthday, they got me nails, and some money. $228 to be exact. We up babyeeee!📈 That is honestly where it gets sour okay. so after working an 11 hour shift, then turning around to sleep for three hours just to be woken up?? Ew. but no biggie...its my fucking bday ofc!
So I wake up and boom….no birthday posts? Well….two. Tay my so called best friend of 14years, and Jukie my oldest blood sister….but this is where it gets interesting. I got texts, but no bday posts? No money? No video? I made Tay a whole ass cinematic video video for her bday man. And what she do? Post three pictures. Three. line sisters aint post shit...well nise posted sum at nine o'clock...PM. nii didn't post a damn thing, but always getting whatever she asks for with me. Rih? didn't post a damn thing. gave me a dry ass happy birthday message, and yea. mind you I literally sent her money, gave her a whole paragraph text message, and a whole ass flood on the socials. I don't get the energy I give. ever. so I am about to start giving... ✨NOTHING✨
Which brings me to my next topic.
Its time to let female friendships go and just pop out with a man. ngl, let me get an apartment, and my life together, IMMA GET ME A MAN!! like I visibly see why women get a man, and just cut all their friends off. its crazy, but I get it now. I do. that's that frontal lobe development happening. Anyway next year. all that will happen for me...next year. Speaking it into exsistence.
Anyway I’m finna go on a dry blocking spree. Here’s to standing on bidness! 
until next time y'all.
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soliac-snecc · 2 years
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yeonshy · 1 year
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८. ・ ͙.j͟o͟u͟r͟n͟a͟l͟ b͟l͟o͟g͟ u͟s͟e͟r͟n͟a͟m͟e͟s͟ ᰍ 。 ͘ ᳞ ✽
jourquet -> from "journal" and "bouquet"
fleurnal -> from "journal" and french "fleur" (flower)
wrt-i -> "I write"
deardays -> from "dear diary" and "days"
deerdiary -> from "deer" and "dear diary"
dias-rios -> wordplay from spanish "diario" (diary), días (days) and ríos (rivers)
jounearl -> from "journal" and "pearl"
j-urnal -> ykく⁠コ⁠:⁠彡🪄📓
jo-rnal -> ykく⁠コ⁠:⁠彡🪄📓x2
journ-l -> ykく⁠コ⁠:⁠彡🪄📓x3
i-esc -> from "I" and spanish "escribo" (I write)
librette -> from spanish "libreta" (notebook) and suffix "-ette" (little)
chaeries -> from korean "책/chaek" (book) and "cherries"
luvterature -> from "love" and "literature"
dailymee -> ykく⁠コ⁠:⁠彡🪄���x4
napoet -> from korean "나/na" (me) and "poet"
jouceras -> from "journal" and spanish "lapiceras" (pens)
i-jnal -> from "I" and "journal"
bibliour -> from latin "biblio" (book) and "journal"
biblieur -> from latin "biblio" (book) and french "fleur" (flower)
midyari -> "my diary"
dia-lgi -> from "diary" and korean "일기/ilgi" (diary)
ilqies -> from korean "일기/ilgi" (diary)
chaeil-j -> from korean "책/chaek" (book), "일기/ilgi" (diary) and "journal"
poemilqitas -> from spanish "poemitas" (little poems) and "milk"
milgies -> from "milk" and korean "일기/ilgi" (diary)
blournal -> from "blossom" and "journal"
mybo-k -> "my book"
meowiary -> from "meow" and "diary"
ro0urnql -> from spanish "ronronear" (to purr) and "journal"
joyueus -> from "journal", "joyous" and korean "우유/uyu" (milk)
g-ajiour -> from korean "강아지/gangaji" (puppy) and "journal"
diarivie -> from "diary" and french "vie" (life)
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awfulrabbit · 3 years
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hastagdeardiary · 6 years
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hntersofficial-blog · 5 years
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Edward Nickens Deer Diary: Why I Don't Take Long Shots  When Doing Deer Hunting
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In nearly 40 years of deer hunting, I can only remember two deer I shot at that I didn’t bring home. This is not a boastful statement. You might even call me a timid rifleman. But I am a very good shot at the shots I take. I just tend to shoot deer fairly close—inside 150 yards, almost always—and in the open. I don’t take chances.
It’s not that I’m incapable of longer shots, but this isn’t about numbers. I’m not talking about distance, really. My 200-yard stretch might be your 700-yard chip shot. I’m just being super honest with myself about my abilities and experience, and super fair to an animal that could pay a gruesome price for my hubris and carelessness.
I think we could use more of that self-reflection in the woods. We hear all too often of hunters who stretch it out. Who sight in their rifles only after they miss a deer. Who muse about a miss without accepting the fact that they likely just wounded the animal. Who come back to camp with stories of overly long shots at big deer just because. A whitetail buck that's lived that long, sneaked past that many hunters, and moved like smoke through that many dawns deserves the most carefully considered shot, not some why-the-hell-not-Hail-Mary.
So I watched her for a minute—then two, then four—and I knew what was happening inside my head. There are times when I take the easy shot, and I'm thankful for it, and there are times when I will drive an hour and climb a tree and watch a deer through the scope, finger on the trigger, and tell myself, over and over, boom and boom and boom, but the rifle never bangs. I shoot when it feels right. Sometimes I just never know.
I was struck recently by something a friend said. “I love everything about hunting—up to that moment,” he said. “And I love everything about hunting that happens ­after that moment. But I don’t love that moment.”
I’d been in the tree stand for an hour and a half when the doe walked into the field. It had been an hour and a half of pure bliss. The trees were painted in fall colors. The blue sky was so crisp, it was hard to look at. I’d seen the tail end of a small buck cross the back field not long after I’d settled into the stand, so my head was on a swivel. The hunt had an air about it that anything could happen. It was one of those sits where you feel like you could sit forever.
I watched the doe cross the pasture, undisturbed, tail flicking, pausing to browse after every few steps. The deer was just what I wanted. A decent doe, alone, with no young around. Out in the open. Loading would be a snap. It doesn’t get any easier.
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I totally agree. I structure my life around everything that happens up to the moment of the kill, and everything that comes after. I love packing up and driving out to my deer lease in the late-afternoon light. I love climbing into a stand. I love the turning of the trees and the pregnant feel of the air during the rut. I love the hands-and-knees tracking, the pit in my stomach as I work to find the deer, then hauling it out of the woods. I even love the bloody parts—the field dressing, the butchering, the works.
I especially love the trigger squeeze. I will sit at my office desk, rack a bolt, and squeeze the trigger 10 times in a row. When you know a rifle and its trigger, there is something intimate about taking a shot. I love moving the crosshairs into play and watching them settle. I love the feeling as I exhale and try to still my heartbeat before the trigger squeeze. I love every single moment of it all—except what happens in the fraction of the second after the trigger sear releases, the striker hits the firing pin, the powder ignites, and the bullet leaves the barrel. I want what comes next over and done with as quickly as possible.
 No one wants to be the deer-camp nanny, wagging a disapproving finger. But there was something instructive about the old walls of shame, where you lost a shirttail when you missed a deer. It was as if the community around you came together to say: Look, buddy. It happens. But from here on out, we expect a litte more of you.
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deepsearobots · 3 years
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These characters belong to Spring_lock, @clockworkreapers , buggiepaws, and DeerDiary
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funfettified · 2 months
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do i need to read house of leaves again
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deerstacks · 7 months
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Hey oomfies! I've started a new blog to keep track of my insane decision to do a Shiny Professor Oak challenge in Let's Go along with other Poekmon related playthroughs! Please feel free to follow along at over at letsgodeer
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funfettified · 2 months
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i miss being on mushrooms and seeing this sick as hell 3D gold n silver glitter just fluttering off of everything i saw… it was like more sparkly and reflective than anything irl could possibly be it was soooooo cooooool
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deerstacks · 9 months
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Going to a uni open day for nursing where they have screaming mannequins then coming home and watching the Doctor Who season 10 finale double episode with Mondasian Cybermen in a hospital wishing for death for the first time is a surreal way to spend a day
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