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baby hotline, please hold me close to you.
December 5, 2025 at 8:32 PM
baby hotline, please hold me close to you.
stupid cupid, stop pickin’ on me!
December 5, 2025 at 7:58 PM
stupid cupid, stop pickin’ on me!
oh my darling, clementine.
December 5, 2025 at 7:21 PM
oh my darling, clementine.
the poor foster dog is terrified of the coffee grinder. i feel the need to explain. “these are the beans you have to drink when you are a person,” i say. “sometimes things are very very bad. but then the beans happen and it is good.” i can tell she understands.
December 5, 2025 at 6:44 PM
the poor foster dog is terrified of the coffee grinder. i feel the need to explain. “these are the beans you have to drink when you are a person,” i say. “sometimes things are very very bad. but then the beans happen and it is good.” i can tell she understands.
you accepted your father's half assed efforts to love you. you'd go on to accept men and their half assed efforts to love you.
December 5, 2025 at 6:09 PM
you accepted your father's half assed efforts to love you. you'd go on to accept men and their half assed efforts to love you.
i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all, but, someday, i'll be perfect, and i'll make up for it all.
December 5, 2025 at 5:34 PM
i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all, but, someday, i'll be perfect, and i'll make up for it all.
there's really just one thing that we have in common: neither of us will be missed.
December 5, 2025 at 4:56 PM
there's really just one thing that we have in common: neither of us will be missed.
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
December 5, 2025 at 4:19 PM
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
i wish we could have met as kids. you would have loved the softer me.
December 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM
i wish we could have met as kids. you would have loved the softer me.
you who i called brother, how could you have come to hate me so?
December 5, 2025 at 3:08 PM
you who i called brother, how could you have come to hate me so?
fight all day, fuck all night, feels more wrong than it feels right.
December 5, 2025 at 2:36 PM
fight all day, fuck all night, feels more wrong than it feels right.
i’m a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world!
December 5, 2025 at 1:59 PM
i’m a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world!
i wish we could have met as kids. you would have loved the softer me.
December 5, 2025 at 1:20 PM
i wish we could have met as kids. you would have loved the softer me.
i could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length.
December 5, 2025 at 12:49 PM
i could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length.
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
December 5, 2025 at 12:14 PM
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
in poison places, we are anti-venom.
December 5, 2025 at 11:36 AM
in poison places, we are anti-venom.
you should know that i'm sorry for being careless with you.
December 5, 2025 at 11:02 AM
you should know that i'm sorry for being careless with you.
and that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do. just lately. the shopping. a walk in the park. it's peace and contentment. it's new.
December 5, 2025 at 10:31 AM
and that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do. just lately. the shopping. a walk in the park. it's peace and contentment. it's new.
don't make me hate you. loving you is hard enough.
December 5, 2025 at 9:57 AM
don't make me hate you. loving you is hard enough.
and now he thinks i'm weak. i'm NOT weak. and i'm gonna show him...
December 5, 2025 at 9:24 AM
and now he thinks i'm weak. i'm NOT weak. and i'm gonna show him...
i'd rot in hell if you just asked me to.
December 5, 2025 at 8:49 AM
i'd rot in hell if you just asked me to.
grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.
December 5, 2025 at 8:16 AM
grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.
but good god, what's wrong with me after all? what am i missing?
December 5, 2025 at 7:44 AM
but good god, what's wrong with me after all? what am i missing?
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
December 5, 2025 at 7:05 AM
she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
i miss you, and i will always miss you. but i cannot live like that... and it seems you cannot live any other way.
December 5, 2025 at 6:29 AM
i miss you, and i will always miss you. but i cannot live like that... and it seems you cannot live any other way.