you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”

Sylvia Plath is just Phoebe Bridges for girls in the 50s

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this post physically entered my DNA and rewired it via homologous recombination and now i have eczema

tolerate it is the mirrorball of evermore because tolerate it is begging to be seen and heard by the person you love while you put on a performance of adoration and unconditional love only to be met with cold indifference towards the actions you pour your entire heart into for a person and mirrorball is begging to be seen and heard by the people who love and adore you but have gone and packed up with the circus and the rodeo while you still pour you entire heart into an audience who can’t hear you. mirrorball begs the audience to pay attention and tolerate it begs for the muse of every single performance at the circus and rodeo to pay attention, but neither audience is listening. both are songs sung into an empty theater, an empty home, full of wandering ghosts who will never echo out a reply to the performer standing on their empty stage

may this year be kinder and gentler to you

My grandpa got his first spam email and he called the police