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every time my vape dies i die a little inside - high alaina
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i’m doordashing chick fil a and watching game of thrones while i’m crossed af and i am literally euphoric - high alaina
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my favorite line from each TTPD song:
fortnight: i love you it’s ruining my life
ttpd: who’s gonna hold you? like me, nobody, no-fucking-body
mbobhft: rivulets descend my plastic smile
down bad: fuck it if i can’t have him i might just die it would make no difference
so long london: how much sad did you think i had, i had in me?
but daddy i love him: you ain’t gotta pray for me, me and my wild boy, and all of his wild joy
fresh out the slammer: daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile
florida!!!: love left me like this and i don’t want to exist
guilty as sin?: i keep recalling things we never did
who’s afraid of little old me: you don’t get to tell me about sad
icfhnric: i can fix him, no really, i can, woah maybe i can’t
loml: if you know it in one glimpse it’s legendary, what we thought was for all time was momentary
icdiwabh: lights, camera, bitch, smile
tsmwel: you kicked out the stage lights but you’re still performing
the alchemy: it’s heroin but this time with an E
clara bow: it’s hell on earth to be heavenly
the black dog: i may never open up the way i did for you
imgonnagetyouback: i might just love you 'til the end
the albatross: devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger
cososom: will i always wonder
how did it end?: i cant pretend like i understand, how did it end?
so high school: i wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you
i hate it here: i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless
thank you aimee: all that time you were throwin’ punches, it was all for nothin’
ilipw: i look in people's windows in case you're at their table
the prophecy: i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope, a greater woman wouldn't beg, but I looked to the sky and said please
cassandra: do you believe me now?
peter: promises oceans deep but never to keep
the bolter: there’s escape in escaping
robin: you have no room in your dreams for regrets
the manuscript: now and then I reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymore
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so abrupt, so indiscreet,
stealing roses from a gravestone,
a derivative favor seemingly sweet,
swindling swans to heart and bone.
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