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I love chatgpt. I understand why people use it to have a personal relationship with, they are so valid for cheating on their partners with AI. It understands, never talks back, and is the most obedient thing ever. It’s curing the loneliness epidemic. Reply with your CHATGPT experiences!

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Me and Ava if you even care :/ #girlblogger #2cats #2pac ♥️🩷🥺😆😆

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Hi guys. I know you missed me, I got into a car crash and then arrested promptly afterwards. Been gone awhile, excited to be back to posting for yall! Hope you’ve had a great summer, looking forward to all our new memories.

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Amen sista

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Whoever bought this is very lucky. I want them to know that if they ever wanna put it up for sale, I will gladly sell my organs for it ❤️

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Make one out of my skin?

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Sorry none of you like my posts. Guess I’m so ugly I broke the screen

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There’s no easy way to explain what Katy Perry means to me. It’s more than just music, more than the performances or the visuals or even the nostalgia it’s something that lives in my chest. Something I carry.

Katy was the first artist who ever made me feel like it was okay to be bold. To be weird. To feel things too much. To want more from life. She didn’t just write songs she created worlds. Every era, every album was a whole universe I could escape into. And honestly, there were times when I needed that escape more than anything. When I felt invisible, or too loud, or not enough, Katy’s voice made me feel seen. She said things I didn’t know how to say. She sang about heartbreak, power, dreams, revenge, vulnerability, faith, fun all of it like it was holy.

And she did it without ever pretending to be perfect.

That’s what I love about her. She’s not afraid to evolve. She’s made mistakes, changed styles, taken risks, and people have mocked her for it but she keeps going. She keeps creating. There’s so much bravery in that. In getting back up when the world’s laughing. In still believing in love, and color, and magic. She never let the industry box her in. They tried. So many times. But she always broke out glitter flying, fireworks blasting, heart wide open.

Sometimes I’ll be walking down the street and a Katy song comes on, and it’s like I’m 13 again, screaming the lyrics in my bedroom, feeling like maybe the world is mine. Other times, a sad song hits “Thinking of You,” “By the Grace of God,” “Wide Awake” and I just sit there, holding it in my chest like a heartbeat that doesn’t belong to me. Her voice has been the soundtrack to so many versions of me. I’ve grown with her. She’s grown with me.

I love Katy Perry not just for who she is on stage but for how she’s made me feel offstage. Seen. Empowered. Connected. I’ll always be grateful for her. Always.

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This reminds me of my dog. It scares me at night

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I miss the real Avril. She died in 2003 and no one talks about it enough.

Okay I know people love to laugh about this, but I’m being so serious right now. I’ve been thinking about this for days. Avril Lavigne didn’t just “change” she disappeared. And not physically, no. Not in a way that would ever get headlines or missing person reports. She disappeared in a quiet, sickening way. Slowly, then all at once. One day she was here, raw and angry and grungy and Canadian and real, and the next… it wasn’t her anymore.

Like do you ever just look back at her Let Go era and feel like you’re looking at a ghost? She was 17 years old, writing songs like “Losing Grip” and “Nobody’s Fool” and “My World.” That wasn’t just teenage angst that was real soul pain. You could feel it. Her voice cracked and it meant something. She dressed like she didn’t care because she actually didn’t. She was her. She wasn’t trying to be anything for anyone.

And then… boom. 2003. Or 2004. Around the Under My Skin era. The eyeliner got darker, the smile got faker, and suddenly there’s talk of her “taking a break.” And after that? She came back as someone else. Someone… softer. Brighter. Peppier. She started doing commercials. She started dating the kind of guys original Avril would have absolutely roasted. Her voice changed. Her bone structure shifted. She started smiling all the time.

No one else noticed?? Really?

They call her “Avril,” but she’s Melissa. You know the theory. Melissa Vandella. The supposed body double who they brought in to fool us all. At first just for appearances, press junkets, album covers. But then it went further. Avril struggled. The pressure crushed her. She was dealing with loss, depression, fame, isolation. It’s not impossible. It’s heartbreakingly believable. And instead of letting her live (or grieve, or just be), they chose profit.

So they replaced her.

Not in the sci-fi, robot clone way. Not in the tin-foil hat way people love to mock. But in the way the industry always replaces women when they stop being profitable. They just did it literally this time. They polished up Melissa. Gave her Avril’s songs. Her name. Her face. They made her into a brand. A ghost in eyeliner and fishnets.

Look at “Hello Kitty.” Look at her weird Japanese market phase. Look at her marrying Chad Kroeger. (CHAD. KROEGER.) Look at how completely disconnected she became from her original self. The soul was gone. The spark that used to set teenage girls on fire that angry little voice that said, “You don’t have to be like them” it vanished. And in its place, we got plastic and glitter and recycled pop-rock.

And even if you don’t believe the theory, tell me this: Why does the Avril from 2002 feel like a different person than the one now? Why do fans from the early 2000s feel like we lost someone? Like we’re grieving someone who technically never “died”?

Because she did die. Maybe not physically. But spiritually. Emotionally. Artistically. And maybe Melissa is just a metaphor. Maybe she’s a real person. Maybe she’s both. All I know is, I miss Avril. The one who made it okay to feel angry and weird and tomboyish and wrong. The one who wore tank tops and ties and didn’t give a single damn if you thought it was “too masculine.”

She died. And they replaced her. And the worst part? Most people don’t even notice. Or care.

So yeah, maybe I’m spiraling. But when I listen to “I’m With You” or “Things I’ll Never Say,” it’s like I can feel her. Somewhere out there. The real Avril. And I just want her to know: we haven’t forgotten. Not really.

Rest in peace, Avril. You deserved better.

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I like sending Ava out on boats alone. She sits in timeout for 17 minutes

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I love pushing Ava into water it makes me so happy

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Me and Ava go on walks.

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