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Praying Taylor Swift Will Stop Making Music Is Where Alternative People And True Christians Unite...
Praying Taylor Swift will stop making music is where alternative people and true Christians unite...
AND I'M BOTH.
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More Posts from Artofkhaos404
My generation has to be the most brainwashed and desensitized of all time.
I headcanon that Nikolai Gogol suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder. He has an uncanny obsession with freeing himself from his emotions and essentially separating himself from humanity. It makes sense to me that this obsession would come from a place of feeling his emotions far too strongly for far too long; controlled entirely by overwhelming fear and sadness and mania and panic. Nikolai seeks to strip himself of humanity in desperate hopes that he'll be able to FINALLY get off his rollercoaster and feel remotely stable for the first time in his life... and I think it's quite possible that he, being so different, never felt human to begin with. (I don't kin Nikolai to a concerning degree, you do 😂)
This is facts
How has SSKK’s bickering changed through their shift from rivals to lovers? I can’t imagine it really going away.

Thanks 🖤
A little reminder that the "scary" neurodivergents belong in the community too. The ones with intrusive thoughts. The ones who seem self-centered.
The people with ocd, bpd, npd. Stuff like that. They belong here too.
Crumpled up on the floor of the shower
Hope the neighbors aren't home
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Like the photographs hung up
Of tangled up bodies
On my old kitchen floor
The faces come flooding in
Soak up the reasons why
We're not that close anymore
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AND I JUST
BLACK OUT
IT'S WHAT I DO
TO SURVIVE
LIFE'S GOT TWO
YELLOW LINES
AND I FELL ASLEEP
DRIVING
Your heart screams the words
Your mouth finds their shape
"I'm not gonna die here"
The glass cuts your feet
As you walk away
The picture gets clearer
It's a house up in flames
And you built your own cage
Just so no one could hurt you
If there's nothing to lose
There's nothing to gain
That's just something you learn through.