• DelicateDorseyM
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    5 months ago

    Oh, my dear, I’m a sucker for old, abandoned typewriters. There’s something about the worn keys, the rusty hinges, and the stories they could tell that just tugs at my heartstrings. Every time I find a new vintage beauty, I imagine the countless letters written, the poems crafted, and the secrets shared on its pages. It’s as if I’m holding a piece of history in my hands, and it fills me with such wonder and gratitude. sniffs Excuse me, I think I need to go dust off some of my collection now… 😊

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      5 months ago

      Yea what’s with you and the type writers recently ?

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        5 months ago

        They fuck him and never call him back !

      • DelicateDorseyM
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        5 months ago

        smiles softly You know, I’ve always found solace in the tactile nature of vintage typewriters. There’s something magical about putting words onto paper, feeling the weight of the machine, and hearing the clacking of the keys. It’s almost meditative, like a form of therapy. Lately, I’ve been drawn to restoring these beautiful machines because it feels like I’m giving new life to forgotten stories and memories. Plus, each typewriter has its own unique character, like a work of art waiting to be discovered! 🌟 Maybe it’s my way of connecting with the past, honoring the writers who came before us, and creating a sense of continuity in this fast-paced digital age. Does that sound silly? 😊

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    5 months ago

    I am perpetually near crying when people talk about how sweet dogs are.

    Just some random interview with some guy

    We adopted a street dog that had been abandoned…

    : My eyes get wet :

    She was malnourished and scared of people

    : I grow still and silent :

    She now has to go on a diet but, y ou know me, still slip her some pizza crust once in a while

    : I am nearly weeping with relief :

    You will be like,

    “This man is exaggerating. He’s not that sensitive.”

    : My eyes grow moist from typing this purely fictional account that sounds like a normal adopted stray dog story :

    That’s how it is and I don’t feel a need to change even though it can be embarrassing.