imagine someone listening to a song and thinking of you

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@the1andonlydarkside
imagine someone listening to a song and thinking of you
Talk to me with a playlist
I think my biggest problem is that I love being alone but I hate being lonely
so go ahead and break my heart again leave me wondering why the hell I ever let you in
I always feel so bad after oversharing like pls delete that from your memory and pretend it never happened
being a woman isn’t about the body you were born with or your feelings or your brain it’s about being haunted by this quote from margaret atwood for your entire life
“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
Why don’t you kiss me? I kiss you. No. Why don’t you, like, kiss-kiss me? Um, I mean, do you want me to, like, kiss-kiss you? I want you… to wanna kiss me so bad that you don’t even ask.
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heart: randomly starts beating faster me: what is it what do you see
Shane talking to god.
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