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she singing, “bitch i’m paid, that’s all i gotta say.” i’m like who knew, who knew, who knew, that after all the years i’d make a weezy fan out of you too, you too, you too. when i met you, you were thom yorke, chris martin & u2, u2, u2. when you met me i was three6, pimp c, bun b, 8ball & mjg. but we’re both a long way from home, we got the windows down, the radio’s on..always. i wrote a letter to the sky, saying maybe one day you’ll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. my girl found it in the car & said “baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me.” cuz you know you’re my baby, you know you’re my baby. i’m not just in it for the ride. in it for the ride…
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fake idgafer. i saw tht haunted look in ur eyes
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Alexandre Charles Guillemot, Mars and Venus Surprised by Vulcan
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did not get woken up by being kissed. a crime really
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Poet's Dream
Artist: Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze (German-American, 1816-1868)
Genre: Narrative art
Date: 1840
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia, PA, United States
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Gaetano Previati, La Danza delle Ore.
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they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
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i feel like an unlovable and unlucky person
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