it is eleven thirty at night and yet i am impulse blogging

 this is it.

the first post of my new blog that i just made and spent thirty minutes messing around with themes on.

i am the most powerful being alive.

is there any way to change this font though? oh wait that was in the theme hold on-

that's better.

actually no it isn't okay one sec lemme find smth good

indie flower?

architects daughter?

shadows into light?

idk what i'm doing anymore.

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