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Words not meant for you—
thumb blunder to your number.
Irretrievable.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (11)
LOL. Thumb blunder, pal! Love that. Incredibly relatable lol!
Thumb blunder! Hahah. Yours are great. 😁
You have no idea how many times autocorrect messed with me 😭 very relatable for sure
Oof, been there, done that. It hurts.
The worst I've done is accidentally send a text complaining about someone to them. Thank goodness I didn't mention their name so they didn't know I was talking about them, lol!
Oh yes. Very relatable.
Omg 😱 I feel ya✌️💯♥️😁
Yes!! It’s the worst🫣🫣🫣🫣
Oh no!
Excellent!
Oooooh, I HATE when that happens! Well done!