Penny Doubtful
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Pints of coffee. Classic books. Outer space.
Currently reading: Even Cowgirls get the Blues
Currently reading: Even Cowgirls get the Blues
Two completely different people in two totally separate circumstances this week have referred to my life as “a miserable way to live.” TO MY FACE.
June 21, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Two completely different people in two totally separate circumstances this week have referred to my life as “a miserable way to live.” TO MY FACE.
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When you discover a year-old potato in the back of the pantry cupboard:
June 20, 2025 at 1:32 PM
When you discover a year-old potato in the back of the pantry cupboard:
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June 17, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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Do you have a library card?
Do you?
Do
You
Do it
Do you?
Do
You
Do it
March 23, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Do you have a library card?
Do you?
Do
You
Do it
Do you?
Do
You
Do it
In my 500 days of sobriety I have read 88 books 🙇🏻
February 13, 2025 at 8:34 PM
In my 500 days of sobriety I have read 88 books 🙇🏻
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Picked up copies of The Trial and Sense and Sensibility at El Caballo Blanco Books in Loreto 🙇🏻 life is good
November 28, 2024 at 5:35 AM
Picked up copies of The Trial and Sense and Sensibility at El Caballo Blanco Books in Loreto 🙇🏻 life is good
Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.
📖 Moby Dick
📖 Moby Dick
November 28, 2024 at 5:30 AM
Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.
📖 Moby Dick
📖 Moby Dick
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…
📚 from Moby Dick
📚 from Moby Dick
November 26, 2024 at 2:54 AM
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…
📚 from Moby Dick
📚 from Moby Dick