the terrible cost of my love is your life and i’m sorry but that’s just the tip of the knife that i’ve got to your back for there is no light at the end of this tunnel just me and the night
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the terrible cost of my love is your life and i’m sorry but that’s just the tip of the knife that i’ve got to your back for there is no light at the end of this tunnel just me and the night
is that so?
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its like looking through oil
The Secret Language Of Mirrors
I made a thing that’s entirely based off personal experience.
For all the people who struggle to figure out “who’s fronting” or even “who’s around”…I’m right there with you.
[DID/OSDD Casually Explained Masterpost]
There are people
Who are really good with paint
Who are really good at painting
Over all of their mistakes
But when I mess up
All I know is to cry
And when I go to fix it
All the paints already dry
♡✿When Marnie Was There✿♡
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This is one of the few ghibli movies I haven’t seen yet! (o˘◡˘o)
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My neighbor moved out a year ago. I used to share a moment with him. Looking at him through an illuminated window like he was looking back at me. All I see is his sillolett so who is watching who. I see him stand there. For those moments I am still. I stare him down. Something deep in my heart wants him to feel my gaze on him. Feel my small hands dragging him by his feet to hell. Can he feel me? Can he feel the burn he left in my mind? Can he feel the burn of my gaze. Maybe if I stare long enough people will blame him for being stalked. I know you are a creep. I see you standing in your window with your boxers on and I wonder if I got you hard. Are you watching me right now? Can you still see me? Because I am still watching you from my window. My neighbor moved out a year ago.
y'all: i love wearing baggy clothes that don't show my form and being completely shapeless!
also y'all: get uncomfortable around muslim women wearing an abaya/jilbab/other loose clothes that do the SAME THING
pandemic addition! i’ve seen a lot of people talk about how they like wearing masks because they feel anonymous/not perceived/”like a ninja” and i know a lot of muslim women have discussed the irony behind mandating masks while banning niqabs, but i better not hear anyone talk about being uncomfortable with niqabis when this is over.
They all told me that I wouldn’t become like my mother if I didn’t want to. That I could find it in me to fight off her abusive traits and anger. But I feel it rising out of me like a plague. I can’t control it no matter how loud I hear myself scream from behind my own skull. I feel so alone. Someone help me
please return to heaven
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