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Sweet Seals For You, Always
dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things
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JVL
almost home
noise dept.
KIROKAZE
we're not kids anymore.

Andulka
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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i cant believe this albums gonna be 10 this yearrrr
~badlands by halsey~
i wish that life could feel like this again
giggling and kicking my feet
Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.
It always finds a way. đź đ¸
in here lies the great impersonator.
Iâm going on tour????? In 7 days???? Are we sure? Whatâs happening.
see you so so soon pookie angel baby
Iâve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while thatâs completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if itâs uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)
Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut
BIGGGGG BRAIN ^^^
dog years is about getting fucked, bound, beaten, and gagged by a sadist dom/domme of a God. And begging, pleading, with all your might that it will stop if you just behave. And if it doesnât stop, at least just let me die. dog years is about being leashed to the stairwell, trapped in the house. Lighting up at the sound of the door knob jingling, hoping your Terrible Master has finally arrived home with a smile for the first time in years to ask you âwanna go for a ride in the caaaaaaar?!â but he doesnât. He tightens the leash. youâve done everything right and youâve behaved yourself. Sat when told. Ignored the mailmen. Down girl. But it doesnât matter. Youâre gonna waste away on the stairwell. Youâre gonna dream about the âfarmâ where youâve heard the other dogs get to go when their Owner God doesnât want them anymore. The fun place. You donât care if itâs a really just a bullet in the head. Your keeper is wicked and your body is oppressing you, you didnât ask to be kept. You used to be the sort of person who would fuck and fight and kick to your death. But youâre going to meet it like a scared and submissive animal. Eat the chocolate from the hand of your killer and wag your tail. Youâre nothing.
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