[ SECRET POST #3999 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3999 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Louisa May Alcott, Little Men]


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09. [SPOILERS for Stranger Things]



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11. [WARNING for discussion of abuse]



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12. [WARNING for discussion of RL death]


















Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 00 pages, 00 secrets from Secret Submission Post #572.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

[fscom]

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Transcript by OP

[fscom]

One of my favorite (super small-time, super indie) bloggers had a habit of going on about Burning Man. It was enough to make me roll my eyes and sometimes wonder if I should stop reading.

This year the boyfriend that introduced her to Burning Man dumped her, and while I feel bad for her at the end of what she thought was a rock-solid relationship, a not-insignificant part of me is thinking, "Fucking finally, maybe she'll stop with all this Burning Man bullshit."

[(Anonymous)]

A habit of babbling on and on about Burning Man is an automatic unfollow in my book,OP.

[(Anonymous)]

For me it's Twilight.

OP here

[(Anonymous)]

It's juuuuuuuuust infrequent enough that I can willfully forget about it. I hope now it will be never, or like one sad post a year for the next couple years about how she can't go anymore.