Oct 8, 2024
Naw because why do I hear my dead dog's bark outside? There is no dog around here that sounds like him.
It sounds like a record being played over and over again, it sounds like a trick of some sort.
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Naw because why do I hear my dead dog's bark outside? There is no dog around here that sounds like him.
It sounds like a record being played over and over again, it sounds like a trick of some sort.
The voices in my head are arguing again and it makes me sad why does my head have to be a space for their conversation can they just do it someone else.Its so rude of them :(
Shadows
A flicker in the corner of her vision. Every shadow seemed to be worse enemy. The dimly lit street relentlessly terrorizing her as the paranoia set in. Chills ran across her spine. The shadow of the Alley way approaching as she stood as far to the left of it as the footpath allowed. The whiz of the traffic brushing against her. Her heels clacked as she approached her house. Quickly unlocking the door as fast as she could. Relaxing the minute she was inside shaking off the feeling if fear as she settled on the couch. Telling herself she was being silly. The shadows of her house more welcoming then the unknown territory from behind her door.
Lucas Till in the movie Paranoia.
tpfw All the salt in the shaker had been poisoned so you had to throw it out & now you feel wasteful because what if it wasnt and youre just paranoid
Paranoia
Walking through the crowed streets I clutched my satchel with tendons tight and braced for a sudden flight to an unknown sanctuary. I constantly scanned the faces of the people while the horrible feeling of insignificance grew in the pit of my stomach. Dwarfed by the stolid metal buildings with their tinted unblinking windows, I painfully pick the safest way through the welter of vendors at every intersection. The rasping quibble of foreboding beeps and squawks attack my nerves in a tedious manner. The only resolve I have is the knowledge that the sooner the job is done, the sooner the malevolent garden of steel and trash could be left behind.
i want to be that one person you look at with that look in your eye. i wanna be your ride and die.
Pensavo di poter contare sulla tua parola, pensavo ci saresti stata anche per le mie piccole paranoie...