inside of you are two wolves one is fishing and the other one is having gay sex

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inside of you are two wolves one is fishing and the other one is having gay sex
Fuck y'all❤️🌟
I came from his quiet nd born in his silence, so he lingers in my bones, hunts the halls of my soul nd his shadow sleeps in my ribs. No one bleeds like we do, spcly when the music hits. We hear the hurt nd hiding in the chords until the world ends.
My music taste nd my personality arent match
Talked with a friend earlier, someone whose taste in music mirrors mine in a weirdly comforting way. we ended up ranting about how good music — real, raw, and soul-ripping — doesn’t get the love it used to. auto-tune became the ghost in the machine. it polishes everything, sure, but it strips away the tremble, the rise and fall, the imperfection that moves you.
and then there’s bon jovi. 1987. no pitch correction, just lungs and heartbreak and stage lights. there’s this one live moment — I’ll drop it below — that alone makes me bow my head in reverence.I wasn’t there, I’ll never be there, but god, I wish I could have been. the silent crime of auto-tune is how it quietly devalues the blood, grit, and soul of people who earned their sound. and they deserved more.
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I don’t just hate the sun’s warmth, I loathe it. It forces itself on everything, even the things that want to stay cold LIKE FUCKIN ME, ummm i think It’s not warmth. It’s violence dressed as light
LOOK AT THOSE EYESSSSS☹️😭😭😭