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profic && male that's all you need to know " is it still me that makes you sweat? am i the one you think about in bed when the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? "

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where are you? and i'm so sorry, i cannot sleep, i cannot dream tonight, i need somebody always. /

don't waste your time, i mean, you're already the voice inside my head

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yall would rather believe apps like wayfair r trafficking children and women through dresser listings instead of paying attention to sex tourism or capitalism incentivizing the wealthy to exploit women in lower social classes, i get conspiracy can be “fun” but i promise u most of the sexual abuse and trafficking happening in the world is directly from ppl with power buying their way out of consequences and not people selling overly priced bed frames, saying this as a trafficking victim u look stupid as fuck parroting that stuff

it's been over two years since we've met. i think of packing up all my things and coming back to you. i keep tabs of your accounts still, noting every repost and post and description and thought and username you've ever put out in the world. i'm sick, i need you, i hate you, we ruined each other, i'm the worst, you're the worst. i wish i could say it to your face, that what we had was over. it was over the day i loved you in a heartbeat.

of all the girls i've met, you were the only one who made me feel this way. maybe because i was barely thirteen, maybe because you were closer to being an adult than you were to me. maybe it was because i had no friends and sought nothing but your company, especially in my darkest of moments. i try so hard not to relapse on you. my fingers junkie-jolt every time i think of you - i have to physically stop myself from looking you up, from digging into my archives and staring at your face, your buttercup hair and your all-american baby blues, your freckles. i miss you, i hate you, i hate me, what we had wasn't beautiful and we were doomed the day we crossed paths. i love you.

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i can still taste you, i can still feel you, i can still see you. barely-clean bathrooms with flickering lights, me in my smudged eyeliner, you in your kilogram-heavy foundation. your lipstick hasn't changed, the same shitty strawberry you gloss on yourself everyday. your acne, your forcefully curled hair, accented with faint smoke, the fry of an early morning hurry.

i hate you. from my bowels to my blocked throat every time i see you -- i hate you. i never know what to say, i never know what to do when you kiss me like that. i'm not okay with it, i'll never be okay with it, but i'll tell you that it's fine and it's alright. i'm sick, k. i'm sick. i'm a coward through and through - down to my bones, down to my soul. i can never tell you i want you to get off of me.

my head gets fuzzy knowing you're only a classroom away, my heart starts going continents at an hour, palpitations at the mere sight of you. my mouth goes dry. the antithesis to a puppy crush. opposites attract, you said.

shoot me, just shoot me, point your firearm me and shoot me. i can't deal with this, i can't deal seeing her, i can't deal with knowing her, knowing that she's around. the few times life feels lucid is when i'm suffering, what a useless fucking head i've got - dissociating from happiness. i can't stand her, i can't, i'm fucking sick remembering that kitchen, you on me, me limp as a ragdoll. shirtless and breathy and sick, i wanted you to taste the bile at the back of my throat, i knew i wanted to chop off everything on my chest when your hands landed on me.

i don't have any memories of horrible people - all of them in a blur, my thoughts and feelings long gone and disconnected. i can live among monsters on the daily, but i cant stand being in the same kilometer as you. get out of my head, get out of my head, you're in it more than you aren't. escapism is all i've ever had, walking away, running away, metaphorically and physically. i wake up and i think, twenty four hours to go, and i wanna be sedated already. i wanna be euthanized. i need to cut, i need to forget my pain in those crimson dollops running down my complexion. i need to eat my feelings, i need to throw them all up, i cant hold them for long. i need to jerk off till im numb. i need release, i need catharsis, everything's been eating me from the inside out and i'm not even sure if there's a me left in there anymore - i'm pretty sure i havent been me all my life. i never had the chance to be someone.

i can still taste you, i can still feel you, i can still see you. barely-clean bathrooms with flickering lights, me in my smudged eyeliner, you in your kilogram-heavy foundation. your lipstick hasn't changed, the same shitty strawberry you gloss on yourself everyday. your acne, your forcefully curled hair, accented with faint smoke, the fry of an early morning hurry.

i hate you. from my bowels to my blocked throat every time i see you -- i hate you. i never know what to say, i never know what to do when you kiss me like that. i'm not okay with it, i'll never be okay with it, but i'll tell you that it's fine and it's alright. i'm sick, k. i'm sick. i'm a coward through and through - down to my bones, down to my soul. i can never tell you i want you to get off of me.

my head gets fuzzy knowing you're only a classroom away, my heart starts going continents at an hour, palpitations at the mere sight of you. my mouth goes dry. the antithesis to a puppy crush. opposites attract, you said.

You're the only one!

People constantlyyyy using new words to water down misogyny when a woman does it. No she is not “male centered” or “not a girls girl” she’s a misogynist just like her boyfriend!!!!

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happy 39th birthday to brendon urie!!

in honour of his birthday here’s brendon over the years :)

a fever you can’t sweat out era (2004-6)

pretty. odd. era (2008)

vices & virtues era (2011-12)

too weird to live, too rare to die era (2013-14)

death of a bachelor era (2015-17)

pray for the wicked era (2018-19)

viva las vengeance era (2022-23)

emoprincess2006

energeticwarrior

Close enough

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I just made some BULLSHITT

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BRENDON TURNED ME GAY!!

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fight club, 1999 / ryan ross on brendon urie, 2006

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