I want to shop in thrift stores in Singapore, wear tarnished bangles and too many rings.
I'm a dork. But I'm slowly beginning to be okay with it. I'm under the impression that when undork people see things like this:
their breathing pattern doesn't become irregular, they don't feel in a sense of panic, get sweaty palms on occasion, or unconsicously put the rest of the world on mute.
It's just not normal.
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