I NEED THE ENTIRE DEAD BOY DETECTIVES FANDOM TO UNDERSTAND THAT EDWIN PAYNE IS A TEENAGE BOY. HE IS 16. HE IS NOT A GROWN MAN. DO NOT SHIP WITH HIM ADULTS. *cough* *cough* cat king *cough* *cough*
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I NEED THE ENTIRE DEAD BOY DETECTIVES FANDOM TO UNDERSTAND THAT EDWIN PAYNE IS A TEENAGE BOY. HE IS 16. HE IS NOT A GROWN MAN. DO NOT SHIP WITH HIM ADULTS. *cough* *cough* cat king *cough* *cough*
He could show me what a real father is and what a true father-son relationship should be. He could cure all my ills
What if I don't want my childhood memories back? Recently, experiences from my past have been resurfacing in my mind. It is not unpleasant, but pleasant neither. I was fine with not remembering. I'm not fine with remembering.
It has nearly been three years. The experience is burned into my brain permanently. Time does not heal wounds, therapy does.
Hanley 1991
I recently listened to Fiona Apple. Safe to say none of these songs will be on my playlist, for I care about my mental wellbeing.
I'm dead. I am certain. Empty. There is nothing here. Never have I felt so numb. I need to feel something. I must prove that I am alive; that I have emotions.
I hold a firm belief that I am hated by all, specifically my loved ones. No amount of reassurance will cure me. Eternally will I worry for the stability of my friendships and other relationships.
Wisps of her dirty blonde hair flowing through the breeze of a hot summer day... she is wholly divine in her unmatched allure of intelligence and authenticity. Something knots our sore hearts together to create a unbreakable bond.
Her horrid half, I shall proclaim to be.
I fight the thoughts in my head that make me believe myself to be a cruel, heartless being.
I lovey history teacher guys.... I edited him so he can be someone else's wallpaper...
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