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HIII GUYS SORRY FOR BEING MIA FOR MONTHS BUT IM FINALLY HERE HEHE ALSO WISHING EVERYONE A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR‼️‼️

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This is fabulous. It is? You're in the dark period. Before light and wisdom come to you. You must forge through it, and once on the other side, you will be grateful to this moment, but you must keep going. I see.

POOR THINGS 2023 – dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

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The Torn-Up Road by Richard Siken

1 There is no way to make this story interesting. A pause, a road, the taste of gravel in the mouth. The rocks dig into my skin        like arrowheads. And then the sense of being smothered underneath a sack of lentils                         or potatoes, or of a boat at night slamming into the dock again                                                              without navigation, without consideration, heedless of the planks of wood that are the dock,                                                                        that make up the berth itself. 2     I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something,                                                                                 that he didn’t love me, that I wanted to be thrown over, possessed.                                     I want to tell you this story without having to be in it:             Max in the wrong clothes. Max at the party, drunk again. Max in the kitchen, in refrigerator light, his hands around the neck of a beer.                                                 Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more. I’m surprised that I say it with feeling.              There’s a thing in my stomach about this. A simple thing. The last rung. 3 Can you see them there, by the side of the road,                                                                           not moving, not wrestling, making a circle out of the space between the circles? Can you see them       pressed into the gravel, pressed into the dirt, pressing against each other in an effort to make the minutes stop—                        headlights shining in all directions, night spilling over them like gasoline in all directions, and the dark blue over everything, and them                                                                               holding their breath— 4 I want to tell you this story without having to say that I ran out into the street                                     to prove something, that he chased after me            and threw me into the gravel. And he knew it wasn’t going to be okay, and he told me                                                                        it wasn’t going to be okay. And he wouldn’t kiss me, but he covered my body with his body       and held me down until I promised not to run back out into the street again. But the minutes don’t stop. The prayer of going nowhere                                                                                       going nowhere. 5 His shoulder blots out the stars but the minutes don’t stop. He covers my body            with his body but the minutes don’t stop. The smell of him mixed with creosote, exhaust—                                    There, on the ground, slipping through the minutes, trying to notch them. Like taking the same picture over and over, the spaces      in between sealed up— Knocked hard enough to make the record skip                                      and change its music, setting the melody on its forward course again, circling and circling the center hole in the flat black disk.             And words, little words, words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing                                                                       but soothing nonetheless.

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bkl online aa 💔 miss you so much pookie 💔 mere love letters padh 💔 ho sakta tha toh pigeon par bhejti 💔 but it won't be able to carry the weight 💔 the weight of the words 💔 i fw u heavy dawg 💔

dawg wth

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arey arey tu yahan kaise

bass aisehi bhai😔👍🏼

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February kind of feeling

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Blondie - Heart Of Glass

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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

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listening to music in public is so hard because i feel it in my entire body and i’m supposed to pretend i’m just chilling

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"i wanna be someone's dream girl" good for u i want to be someone's worst nightmare

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Sorry for being insane power-hungry, shallow, vain, jealous, posessive, mean, horrific, bloodthirsty, kafkaesque, demanding, pushy and all together a little bit off-putting do you still think im hot?

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hii! how have you been? take care 💐

hiii ive been doing well. how're you!! you take care of yourself, too<33

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hiii guys!! how're y'all doing?? also, i missed being here so much😭

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"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have