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tsukilunatic
tsukilunatic

i bought junmin pocas and the sender lost them in the mail……. junmin pocas i hope you one day find your way back to me im so sorry this is happening—

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lostallcaps-podcast
lostallcaps-podcast

Everyone on that island is bisexual Ana is just the only one who will admit it

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lostallcaps-podcast
lostallcaps-podcast

We’re back for one episode and immediately bisexual coding the whole show. Bisexual island.

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chrsdlmth
chrsdlmth

Waking


I wandered off the road again,

a path I couldn’t trace,

and stumbled on a crowded town

where every soul seemed strange.


Too tired to keep searching on,

too worn to roam alone,

so I stayed among their voices

far away from what was home.


I copied words I barely knew,

their gestures and their tone,

learned customs like a borrowed coat

until they felt my own.


I called them friends, or tried to,

though something felt untrue,

for deep inside I understood

they always somehow knew.


They knew I was an outsider,

an echo out of place,

a stranger wearing borrowed skin

they’d never quite embrace.


Yet one among them caught my eye—

dark hair and ocean blue—

a girl who seemed as lost as I,

though she never had a clue.


They claimed to know her spirit,

as if they could pretend,

as though by saying she was theirs

they’d make the story end.


But why was I the misfit here?

Why could I never blend?

And why did thoughts of her alone

return me to the end?


Because she woke the truth in me,

she made my vision clear—

that I must leave this borrowed life

and disappear from here.


How I would take her with me

to roads where we belong,

but she still dreams inside their world

and thinks there’s nothing wrong.


Her eyes ignite a fragile hope,

a spark that cuts the gloom,

a ray of light from metal rings

that softly start to bloom.


And strange it is that someone rare,

one never meant to stay,

could be the quiet voice that tells

a stranger: walk away.


So now the road awaits again,

the path I always knew.


I have to go.

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tofranil10mg
tofranil10mg
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myloveandlimbs-blog
myloveandlimbs-blog

12.25.24

I hate the holidays, I really do. You loved them enough for the both of us. I really hate how much anger is inside me. I have so much anger it could pilot a jumbo jet. I’m angry at you for leaving me. I’m angry at you for showing me how I deserve to be loved because now I look for it in everyone. No one lives up to you. No one will ever live up to you.


I find myself missing the little tiny things. The things that I never thought I would be missing. Your scar where they took your kidney? I miss that. You named my boobs and I hated your obsession with them but now I miss it.


There is something about us that not everyone knows. I keep this something shoved deep in my chest cavity, where most cannot find it, because I am so ashamed and so disappointed in myself. This may even be the first time I have actually written it down. I took a step back from us just days before you died. I told you that I couldn’t take care of you if I wasn’t taking care of myself. And I wasn’t taking care of myself. That’s one thing I still agree with. I poured my whole soul into taking care of you after you were injured, leaving myself empty and barren. I told you I needed to focus on myself and just days later you needed me and I wasn’t there. You laid alone, dead, in your bed and I wasn’t there. I will never forgive myself. I will never know if things would have been different had you lived so the only conclusion I can come to is that if I made any other choice you would still be here. I didn’t know, Kinz. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.

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bmansn
bmansn
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vanderrose
vanderrose

Lost my stone again.

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mezothelioma
mezothelioma

Lost the plot against an ink blot.

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tofranil10mg
tofranil10mg
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diskokatze
diskokatze

I almost got lost in the woods today while I had flip-flops on (dont ask why). I was genuinely scared shitless that Slender Man was gonna pop out of nowhere anytime. Anyways here’s a pic i took before I got lost 💕

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skulls-are-for-morons
skulls-are-for-morons

I’ve been writing a piece for classical guitar the past few days. I have all of these ideas I can hear in my head, but when I go to play the guitar, my hands don’t find it very quickly and then I forget my original idea.

why is composition like this

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hillotheartisticchhameleon
hillotheartisticchhameleon

Im very happy :>

I just took a really long walk in the middle of nowhere and as i was walking back a red tailed hawk flew in front of me!!


I got a picture but i was to late and it was already gone :’(

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highfructose78
highfructose78

Marc Pellegrino, Alanina Huffman and Kelly Jo Minter

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are-they-a-faggot
are-they-a-faggot

SAWYER - LOST

is he a faggot

yes

no

possibly

i dont know him

i dont know him but he looks like a faggot

reasoning: he gives off republican macho man with grindr downloaded

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tofranil10mg
tofranil10mg
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theafictionados
theafictionados
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zoneway2076
zoneway2076

WAYLAND ANDERSON

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ometochtli2rabbit
ometochtli2rabbit
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raccoondragon
raccoondragon