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Keni
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
we're not kids anymore.

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shark vs the universe

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Xuebing Du

oozey mess
KIROKAZE
Stranger Things
The Stonewall Inn

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Claire Keane
noise dept.
NASA
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EXPECTATIONS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@radioadd
checking. out. goodbye.
indignant
perceived (validated) (vulnerable)
speeding through empty streets at three am, foot jammed on the gas, letting up only to sneak a breath before the next roar
thrilling, intense, focused, commanding, tenacious, fearless
fleeing the scene of a crime, long in the making, finally done
looking forward, exhilarated, free
How many cops does it take to arrest Those unarmed nurses, peacefully protesting LAPD how many does it take To perp walk nurses who just want a living wage
It’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so many So many cops
A ring around the nurses to quell and contain They are understaffed and underpaid And they get not a smidge of solidarity How many cops does it take to take em into custody
It’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so high, it’s so many So many cops
saccharine denouement
unspeakable loss. completely alone in the world.
seen
pining. sorrow. heartache.
Serenade for Strings in C major, Op. 48
slain
sad (happy)
this song reminds me of a high school acquaintance whose mother died of cancer when we were teenagers. it helped me numb and let me know other people had lost their mothers, and that i might, too.
eyes and fists squeezed tight concealed, sheltering in place cowering and hurt
: to turn (the eyes or face) away in shame or anger
Beauty will destroy your mind Spare the gory details Give them gift-wrapped For the man with everything Though I lived a lonely life I was confused A butcher I feel nothing
As it courses up my arms The position of the worms Up, up, through my heart Into my brain
I'm a big slab basic combination Cut out Chopped liver on the block
My heart still pumping My heart still pumping
He's a warrior, a warrior He's a little bitch coming out of him He's a warrior, a warrior He's a little bitch coming out of him Coming out of him