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You Knew What You Wanted, And, Boy, You Got Her, Brand New, Full Throttle

Some events in Second Life have been around long enough that they really don’t need an introduction, and The Arcade is definitely one of them. Even if you’ve never stood there clicking away and telling yourself one more pull before doing six more, chances are you know exactly what The Arcade is. For a lot of us who have been around Second Life for any length of time, gachas became their own little culture inside the larger one.

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Must’ve Done Something Good In Another Life

There is something kind of wild about realizing this is the fourth birthday of Mackenzie’s that I have gotten to celebrate with her. I actually had to sit with that number for a second because it doesn’t feel like it should already be four, even as I have enough pictures, posts, and memories sitting around this blog to prove that it absolutely is.

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It’s Our Paradise And It’s Our War Zone

(Warning: everything below these next two paragraphs is very explicit. You have now been warned.) We’re back in the Let’s Lose Some Sleep post style today. You know what that means: things are about to get steamy in here, as you can see. After a couple of months apart and a lot of thinking and growing on both of our parts, we’re back. I know for me I spent a lot of time figuring out what I wanted. What I needed. If things needed to change, what were they? After talking quite a few times, she had done the same and wanted to know what conclusions I had come to. So we talked through it and, at the end of it, realized that we’re way better together than not.

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‘Cause I Don’t Need Boxes Wrapped In Strings

The last three years have already taught me that some of life’s best chapters begin before we realize they’re chapters at all. We don’t get to read ahead. We just keep turning the page, trusting that one day we’ll look back and realize another ordinary moment quietly became something unforgettable. Three years ago, simple messages were sent without having any idea how much of my life it would eventually change.

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