#'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

[thepavementsings-archive]

listening to iris by the googoo dolls thinking about the horrors of suzuka last year...

[mandarinmoons]

iris by the googoo dolls

Yes, agree with you 100%

[traegics]

♡ ― Mikaelson ball attire: task 002 ― ♡

[ishouldsleepbut]

me: nah, it's about coming out

source of images: https://americansongwriter.com/the-meaning-behind-goo-goo-dolls-iris-song-lyrics/

[findyouthere]

Where is my Wilmon fanvid set to Goo Goo Doll’s “Iris” hmm? Hmm????

[conspiracyofequals]

category five iris by the goo goo dolls listening incident

[welcometogrouchland]

Decided to spontaneously watch three seasons of Craig of the Creek in like. A couple days and the first thing I'll say is it's a very good show. The second thing I'll say is that Craig Williams could defeat the Collector in 2 minutes of screentime if he were there

[disorderly]

Everything is triggering again

[dogearedheart]

dude something about iris by the goo goo dolls...

[dylanconrique]

pro tip: any woman who has older brothers and says she loves them is LYYYYIINNG.

[medicinemane]

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[traegics]

Closed Starter - @vilisisms (Aliyah)

"I've lost my mind haven't I," Lorelai questions, frame pacing back and forth within the confines of Aliyah's bedroom, her 2 year old daughter, Olivia, coloring on the floor by the window. "What possessed him to say that I was in love with him? To his face? God, how stupid."

[stinkbeck]

keep trying 2 write this fucking novel but i just stare at it being like "i'm wasting my time on this earth sitting here trying to put my heart and soul on a document people will rip to shreds instead of hanging out with my brother and my parents and my aunt and my friends."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

Iris... is a bop...