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Trading tears for tits. I'm tired of being me.
Hah
Trading tears for tits. I'm tired of being me.
Hah
My dolls watch me masturbate.
donnieblaze:
My dog looks away.
Jiminy Cricket is dead.. it's in your hands now..
Reminder: You are what you've done, not what people see of you.
It seems that for the most part, we've given up on moral self critique. Asking ourselves what's right or wrong, and instead we let our company be the judge. As a civilization, It's morally OK to do what the people you're around don't scold...
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Reminder: You are what you've done, not what people see of you.
It seems that for the most part, we've given up on moral self critique. Asking ourselves what's right or wrong, and instead we let our company be the judge. As a civilization, It's morally OK to do what the people you're around don't scold...
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Lifted again. Still high up and clean.
Though words are slower now than they used to be.
Heavier and rougher in texture.
Tumbling down hills and falling to the sea.
Crashing in with great determination to find the bottom.
They lurch to race their brothers, to claim the land.
To call it home
Though words are slower now than they used to be.
Heavier and rougher in texture.
Tumbling down hills and falling to the sea.
Crashing in with great determination to find the bottom.
They lurch to race their brothers, to claim the land.
To call it home
tinmantheory:
"Heavier and rougher in texture"
That line is great. Even though it's describing words, it somehow creates a visual I swear I can see. I dig it.
That line is great. Even though it's describing words, it somehow creates a visual I swear I can see. I dig it.
aliceblack:
Thank you, I appreciate that.
I was drinking to forget him. Fucking poison he is.
Its the fact that he doesn't want me that drives me crazy..
He tells me he loves me, and that it hurts when I call him a liar.
I hate him. I want to make him suffer.
Clean as white, clean as anything could be.
Its the fact that he doesn't want me that drives me crazy..
He tells me he loves me, and that it hurts when I call him a liar.
I hate him. I want to make him suffer.
Clean as white, clean as anything could be.
liss