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nicosraf · 5 months
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salineroses · 10 months
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Been listening to Arctic monkeys recently
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The need to feel her closer almost overtook Halsin as she stood, shoulders back and eyes holding his with a confident, soft warmth. His chest felt like an unfinished, crumbling wall that had finally found it’s mason. 
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Jefferson here dropping straight bangers of common sense and truth.
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stromer · 1 year
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“dawson mercer was so excited to play with nico hischier” STOPSJDJSKSNJS
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spooksier · 5 months
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passages that make you whisper "oh my god"
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kavaleyre · 1 month
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• The Hanged Man •
“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”
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nonebinary-leftbeef · 11 months
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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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officialspec · 3 months
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can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis
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the-tired-commander · 8 months
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hey could y'all do me a favour?
Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!
things like "biting this" and such
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acidgirl · 1 year
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clarisse-doodles · 3 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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wasyago · 2 months
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quiet hours
closeups under the cut :]
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i really like these
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p0nyr0ni · 3 months
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cemeterything · 4 months
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sleeping with plushes is humiliating because they're the biggest snitches on your fucked up sleep acrobatics. every night i go to bed with a plush critter in my arms and every morning i wake up and they've somehow migrated to face the wall in shame like this
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