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everyone should have a balanced diet of both good music and music that fucking sucks. it's healthy. get over it.

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Real

Wyaaaaaa

In my own bed instead of a pretty girls bed. It’s actually tragic and unfair.

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Shout out to everyone going through it right now. No matter how hard or impossible it feels, just keep going. A drop in the bucket every day WILL build up to solid results. But you have to get there. Eventually it will come, you just HAVE to show up for it.

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it's a shame you can't Cool, Silent, and Mysterious your way to being very close to people. we are unfortunately going to have to embarrass ourselves for this

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What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024

This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.

As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.

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You must stab my heart

Break the skin

Break the sternum

Drive the weapon straight down and into my heart

I can’t take it anymore

It’s never right

My chest gets tighter each and every night

I dream of days I can have a friend again

Where I don’t feel guilty for laughing

There’s a hole in my heart again

The blood is leaking out again

I feel lightheaded though I’m completely whole

The ache in my chest

The ache wretched in my soul

Put me at ease

And out of this horrible misery

Please please please

You must

You must stab my heart

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I used to picture myself slashing my brain and letting the bits and pieces go everywhere

with an axe or blowing it out with a gun whenever I made a mistake

Or thought I did

Or whenever I thought I had asked for too much

Or whenever I remembered a miserable moment.

I would someone travel from the future with a weapon and find myself in one of these moments

And walk slowly behind with whatever I had in my hand

And with no hesitation I would kill my past self

Even if it meant I wouldn’t exist to do it later.

I find I come back to these thoughts less and less, but the details grow more gruesome.

The blood splatters everywhere and people look in horror

Then I fade away slowly, I have no idea if it’s painful or not

I just know the job is done, and I can never make a mistake again.

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I'm in love with you

And it's crushing my heart

All I want is you

To take me into your arms

When love and death embrace

I love you

And you're crushing my heart

I need you

Please, take me into your arms

When love and death embrace

When love and death embrace

When love and death embrace

Oh

When love and death embrace

Oh

When love and death embrace

Oh-oh, when love and death embrace

Oh, when love and death, when love and death

When love and death embrace

Oh, when love and death embrace, oh

Oh, when love and death embrace

Oh, when love and death embrace

Oh, when love and death embrace

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“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness—a real thorough-going illness.

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

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me as a cat