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My roommate and I shared a lovely conversation about her affinity for toe cracking. After 2 pizzas and 2 beers between us, I asked her how this became a thing. I crack my fingers, neck, back, elbow, but never the toes. I was curious. That very night, I cracked my first toe. Of course, wikihow gave me a step-by-step rundown. It was a beautiful moment...
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Toe cracking is one of the many joys life has for us. Thank you for sharing. I feel seen❤️
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Not to be negative but I CAN’T STAND when I accidentally scratch someone with my toe or finger nails. They are normal short lengths btw. Why does it feel so bad like I can feel it hurting the other person 😭😭😭
Ps why is there no toe emoji…
Feb 2, 2025
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Seriously. Use a chopstick or a fork you are about to give to your least favourite sibling.
There are many layers of pleasure to indulge in here. 2 for 1 revenge and epidermal relief therapy.
May 5, 2024
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Very cheesy but it gives me a boost. Gives me the confidence to go hard while performing said task. I feel like I become 10x more skilled when them knuckles are freed.
Feb 22, 2024
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Ive been participating in a little ritual of drinking my coffee in front of the river that’s 20 paces away from da crib. I’ll fire up my dear espresso machine, measure out and pull a double shot into my whimsical arket mug, froth some milk, slide into my fav puffer, and walk the 20 or so steps to the bench by the river with MY mug dude. how fun is that
the sun was surprisingly confident and brilliant by amsterdam standards today and wow feeling the warmth on my face, seeing the rays do their ✨twinkle✨twinkle on the water, sipping exceptional coffee that I made from MY mug… sublime.
sketchy characters by the underpass to the right and the neighbourhood dogs trotting by on their daily walk add to the charm.
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I love Gary so much. I love his abstract colouring. He’s so gorgeously colourful, but in a non-obnoxious way that suits me. I love his cute little fingers and toes. Sometimes, I’ll interlace my own fingies with his limbs. I love his little belly pooch. I love how I met him — at the Stedelijk museum after visiting an exhibition on Marina Abromovic. My favourite of all, I love his gloriously curled tail that recoils back into its original shape no matter how much I fidget around with it. Ngl tho, on more occasions than I’d care to admit, I open my eyes as I break out of sleep, and I catch of glimpse of Gary’s goofy face and oogly boogly eyes, and I get spooked for a millisecond before I compute: ‘Oh, it’s Gary’.
Feb 1, 2025