so devastatingly beautiful
KIROKAZE
The Bowery Presents
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

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@nancecd
so devastatingly beautiful

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i dont know why the fuck my bed is creakier than usual but it is and everytime i roll over god forbid it makes a sound louder than the elderly snapping their joints
i loveee mirrors theyre so freaked out omg and its such a good and well wrottenfic β€οΈ sidenote i hate my creaky ass bed
im so hungry its painful
i want to be someoneβs girlfriend

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aaargh
my scars are even flatter now. wtfffffff no go back to being slightly raised pls
love it when my elbow cracks loudly in an echoy empty room like yes i AM god (this is meant to be a joke im sorry if i offended anyone)
at the dentist again and my cousin is the intern sobbbbb
no worse feeling than watching a concert you SHOULD have attended but unfortunately you were four years old at the time and not in the right country at all

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apologies to my 3 followers, I know I've been posting really self-deprecating stuff lately but idk ever since summer hit i've just been sad yk? summer blues.
i physically hate feeling this way
i wish i could make it go all away oh my god
i hate my ability to articulate things so shittily omg
started learning mystery of love on piano and its great

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fuck, marry, kill: the wound that wonβt heal, the past you canβt undo, the ghost that keeps returning
FMK - In order
The wound, the past, the ghost
The past, the ghost, the wound
The ghost, the wound, the past
The wound, the ghost, the past
The past, the wound, the ghost
The ghost, the past, the wound
Variation I forgor/bald/vanilla extract/results
An Interpretation
First, the wound. You choose to fuck the wound. For raw pain, raw pleasure. Disgustingly primal. The pumping of blood. The spasm of nerves. Destroying your insides with your flesh. Orgasm and arterial bleeds. Anger and punishment. Pain until the body fails to register it. One sensation for another.
Then, the past. A more complex thing than the wound. The hand that brought it, the hand you miss. Caresses and nails digging into your skin, a face and the sun and the sound of ruin. The kaleidoscope only leaves a bitter ache. You decide to kill the past. Permanence is the only solution. You hope it stays dead.
Finally, the ghost. You choose to marry the ghost. It's all you have left after your path of violence. Perhaps because the ghost is the only one that doesn't repulse you. The only one that doesn't require a mirror to be examined, staring you back in the loathsome eyes. No, the ghost is someone else, a foggy face, a lost username, a silence shared that sounded like nothing ever will again. You bind yourself to the ghost, shakily mouthing "I love you"s made of screams of grief.