I think Chloe Walsh forgets sometimes that she's an author and not a DJ.

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I think Chloe Walsh forgets sometimes that she's an author and not a DJ.
"Ronaldo or Messi?" what if i said I hate them both.
wdym i cant sit under your desk do you hate me
Why do girls throw away their personalities, morals, and politics for mediocre men. Im literally watching the patriarchy affect women in real time
and if you never had to hide in the school bathrooms then no you donāt get me
In an other world Sybil Vane met her actual romeo and not this gay twink.
What makes a monster
disgusting. sick and twisted. a monster for what I did. For the dried up blood underneath my nails, for the blade that toys with my flesh and for scars that haunt my skin.
A monster. A tragedy. An poisonous urge.
But does a monster hesitate before drawing blood? I was told guilt meant a good conscience, that theyāre rotten inside but alive enough to regret.
Am I rotten inside? Am I alive? Am I guilty?
What if the culprit was small and clueless, raging and manic. Not an adult, but she felt like one. she thought she was one. That she had to been one.
Am I grown now? Am I still pure and innocent? Can I still play with dolls?
And what if the monster made sure to lock the door? To swallow her sobs so nobody heard? What is she was empathetic and selfless before she was apathetic and selfish?
Am I kind? Am I caring? Or am I asking for trouble?
Tell me, tell me. Define and explain me.
Because My claws and sharp teeth never knew how to form words.
its very funny to see the talk on here about welcoming the creation of bad art and writing shitty, self-indulgent fanfic and drawing badly and reminding yourself art is not reserved for the skilled and yet someone post ātiktokā poetry and everyone points and laughs
Shoutout to my bitches who stayed with me after my depressive and self-isolating episodes.
I'm sorry your love fell on deaf ears.
And the funny thing is I wanted to believe you.
To blindly believe when you looked me straight and whispered your love for me like a prayer. Iām still not sure what, exactly, you were praying for.
To me or to a god. To ask him to heal me or to make me listen?
But does a flower hear a floristās praise when all she ever hears are the buzzing bees
Can I hear your love when all I listen to is my mind
Could I believe you when you describe the color of my petals to me When Iāve learned to see myself in rotten shades of red?
In Antwerp we donāt say: āletās fightā, we say: ākom laford iejen tiege iejenā and I think thatās beautiful
I be texting my friends about how proud i am of them for staying clean so long with blood running down my thighs.
Suspect is depressed again after finding herself alone as if she didn't literally push everyone away.
There's this guy I know who doesn't know how to pull up his pants. Like, okay, fashion is subjective but hygiene isn't. I swear this guy has been wearing the same pair of underwear for the past three days.
Plato let me back into the cave pls I'm done here.
I love how when I came out as bi, the majority was like "yeah no shit". I wouldn't be suprised if someone placed a bet on it.
Left the miraculous fandom almost 2 years ago. Came back a while ago. Why the fuck is everyone talking about a civil war.