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WhiM has an irrational fear of statues of pigs dressed like chefs. She enjoys solitude to an alarming degree. She adores a good tattoo, or a full body of good tattoos, but can’t commit to one herself. She sleeps very little, yet is very rarely awake. Whim enjoys quiet chaos & ampersands and Zépaené and making up words and having conversations with rodents and writing run on sentences in third person point of view. She doesn’t like to sit with her back to the door, can cartwheel like a well oiled wheel, tries to validate the need for her existence every morning during breakfast, is generally either very silly or disturbingly bleak. One time, she ate only apples and oatmeal for six months. One time, she got upset about her work, so she shaved her arms. There’s just no turning back from that one. She believes that you should do whatever the hell you want as long as you aren’t hurting other people. She recently realized that her voice sort of makes her sound like she's high all of the time, even though she isn't. She is a nice enough lunatic who is often rendered almost completely silent by the presence of other human beings.

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