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chasingfictions · 5 months
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ive never been a oh i liked that before it was cool person but the way i feel about ms chappell roan . like ok cool you guys all love her now and you fucking should but you werent THERE. in my BEDROOM. listening to PINK PONY CLUB. for THREE DAYS with no BREAKS. in TWENTY TWENTY.
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fedoracore · 24 days
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clifford the big red stab wound - your arms are my cocoon (2020)
right now im playing with the idea of growing up. there are leaves in the basement, each inscribed with a passage reading back fond memories, crunching under small feet and austin clouds
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bakatenshii · 8 months
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Hiya! I love your writing and ive been following your blog for a couple of years now (2-3 I think) and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate and adore your writing! Thank you so much for all you’ve written! Ive not been on tumblr much the past few months, and I’ve found that many of my favourite writers are leaving and deactivating their accounts, which is such a pity although completely understandable! Tumblr can be a pretty sucky platform for writers unfortunately :/ anyways I just wanted to thank you for your writing, it’s absolutely gorgeous and your style inspirational! I hope you keep writing, on or off tumblr, as you truly have a gorgeous and unique style! Thank you so much for all your contributions and I hope you’re having a lovely day!!
NONNIEEEEE oh my god oh my god hi hello I am going to sob first and foremost so im gonna get all snotty all over this ask wozooqjzlaozo but thank you so much? genuinely genuinely this means more than u can imagine and I aaAAAAA (being off tumblr and on and off writing ((mostly off oop)) really shows via my decline of the eng language clearly HAHAHA I can’t even articulate properly)
THANK U FOR BEING HERE FOR SO LONG?? AND REMEMBERING ME?? AND JUST. IT FEELS LIKE COMING HOME AND THEN SEEING ALL MY OLD FRIENDS AND THE NOSTALGIA IS A LIL NUCLEAR AND IM JUST SO EMOTIONAAAAAAL AAAAAA
Thank YOUUU for being on here and reading and being so so so lovely to me AND ALSO. im gonna go hide in the tags actually but I owe u my life I am kissing all ur fingers nd toes and maybe lips I’m infinitely happy that ur still here after all this time on this platform, I hope u are having the best day (and the best past few years whilst I’ve been mia <333)
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anime-captured · 1 year
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mothnoir · 2 months
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balancing music fixations. stimming into oblivion
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the-g-m · 2 months
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YOUO. LISTENT O GLAS SBECVH................................
I DO I DO I LOVE GLASS BEACH !!!
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noisolpxe · 3 months
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the mood of this morning
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sweetmysteryoflife · 4 months
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"does it still hurt?"
what an absurd question. a better one would be does it ever stop. or do you learn to walk on the beat of the bruise thump ache, do you paint a poem out of all your dripping blood are you healed? what a wild notion im still dripping all over the fucking carpet
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tornbluefoamcouch · 6 months
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Artista: Soccer Mommy Álbum: color theory Ano: 2020 Faixas/Tempo: 10/44min Estilo: Indie/Bedroom Pop/Dream Pop Data de Execução: 28/09/2023 Nota: 7,0 Melhor Música: crawling in my skin
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sirpepperston · 8 months
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finally looking at new laptops bc mine is dying a slow and painful death, and i can get the exact same model but refurbished and with a better processor, more ram, and an ssd. for $260. and a year warranty. shipped to me in 3 days. if we weren't moving i seriously would buy it tomorrow when i get paid
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milo-is-queer · 1 year
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Full progress from redoing this canvas
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heathermason · 1 year
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the landlords want 350,000 for this place
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anime-captured · 1 year
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goldendiie · 1 year
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confession: while quarantined with covid last week, i watched like fifteen hours of south park and started writing a lil fic about the post-pandemic special. i’m really only posting this so then you guys dig what i’ve been doing for the last week of my life.
(disclaimer: i graduated high school in 2020, and i admittedly still have a lot of unresolved anger about everything that happened.)
Kyle remembers what it was like to think he was going to get somewhere in life. Eighteen years old, fresh out of high school: the Pandemic had raged long into his young adult life, but that never slowed him down. He had dreams of getting the hell out of his hometown, being a therapist in some faraway place, being happy. Getting somewhere.
Well, things never turn out the way you plan, in the end. He’s forty-two, graying, and still living in South Park; he’s the counselor at the same elementary school that he’d gone to as a kid. There’s something that’s so depressing about that: never moving on, staying in one place forever. 
Though, maybe it’s just Kenny McCormick’s funeral that’s depressing, and Kyle is just an overdramatic asshole.
Though, if you ask him, Kyle feels as though he’s earned the right to be a little bit overdramatic. One of his childhood best friends is dead. And, not to mention, all of those God-forsaken phone calls he had to make: “Hey, this is Kyle, from South Park. Kenny McCormick is dead, and the funeral is on Friday.”
Yeah, he’s overdramatic. Whatever.
Maybe it’s a problem, how all of it had turned him into the same edgy high school senior he’d been twenty-five years ago. He caught himself listening to old emo-rock on the radio, one afternoon at work; bobbing his head along to Teenagers, stomach twisting with dull incredulity and anger, as though nothing had really changed.
Stan— (that asshole)— makes everything worse. His presence is fucking contagious: he’s a walking cloud of bad energy, turning everyone around him into an irritable shadow of themselves. He smells like alcoholism (whiskey, beer—you fucking name it), and his voice is annoyingly reminiscent of someone who used to sing death metal.
No, Kyle does not hate him. Far from it, actually. He missed him, in a sense; he thinks often about the long summer nights perched on the hood of Stan’s first car, talking about girls and sports and rock music, or whatever. That’s a little slice of paradise, in the back of Kyle’s mind: where he is still seventeen and stupid, and he never had to grow up during a Pandemic.
But that was then, and this is now
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chaosintheavenue · 1 year
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Synnie doodle of the medieval song I believe is most commonly referred to as Trotto.
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gloombby · 1 year
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oh my god the years don't end and its a cycle forever
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