“When you decided to sue the department; to make Cap the bad guy; did you ever stop for a minute to think what that could do to us?” IS A CRAAAAAZYYY line

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“When you decided to sue the department; to make Cap the bad guy; did you ever stop for a minute to think what that could do to us?” IS A CRAAAAAZYYY line
FILTH, MAGNETS, SCIENCE AND ART.
We're made with everlasting filth, something like stains in someone's hands that were hard to wash off. Something vulgar, something unusual in a world default. Our bodies were pressed together like magnets but dysfunctional—friction doesn't exist in our science, my darling. We refuse to determine every logic just like how we refuse to take our hands off to each other. There were eyes on the window, that's why I had the urge to put my lips on your neck, sink down my teeth, and carve my name on your skin. We sully our names, no one wants our history so we wrote it on the walls. You had your back on it—your fragments created the abstract we called art as we melted on the same wall, again, staining it like it was ours. You smelled like paint, depicting your madness when no one's around. Before, there was dread about jumping into conclusions. But I found myself on the top of your figure, I found myself inside like a voice on a seashell. I found out my tongue belongs to your mouth and it should stay there. I have things I couldn't share with you, my darling. But tonight, I will divulge the hideous part of my intentions. That in every moment we collide, my world gets shaken up—the definition of my words becoming their opposites. The stain becomes like an oath, the science rewriting itself. Art is breaking my bones and twisting it to be in the same shape as my desire for you.
Me and my family have issues but generally we had lots of periods of being extremely functional and it's why I could never become truly mad
When half your family says they would want to know you regardless...I can't commit to mental illness full time. Yes a period of depression here and there but ADHD is there to make sure I mess my life up in stupid ways
It's crazy cause both my parents have every reason to be complete bastards as parents, especially my mum but weren't. The fact my mother is very affectionate when she received none. Once she tried to hug her mum and her mum was sort of like ???...there still love after abuse. Even if life is imperfect. Sometimes I'm sad people that were abused don't think they can ever be loving people and it's really just not true
AMAZING WE ALL LEARNED SOMETHING NEW ABOUT ALLIGATORS
Us, but with the old guard:
Do you...remember Kazoo Master KateTM?
I made....
I made this..........
Reactions to hearing the words reaper in anime:
Person A: Soul Eater!
Person B: Bleach!
Person C: Black Butler!
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