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camdencade · 2 years
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remember the days when rpdr had a top 2 and the same amount of episodes/queens per season?
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camdencade · 2 years
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“oh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to take me home“ - We’ll Never Have Sex, Leith Ross
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camdencade · 2 years
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I tried to write
Our story
Through your eyes
But when I got to that part
Where I said “no“
I found it impossible
To keep writing
- If only you knew how easy it was
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camdencade · 2 years
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eighth grade me really deserves that disco night on a yacht and the only thing keeping me going is doing that for her
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camdencade · 2 years
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adding my fxckin phone to the list of devices ive broken :) (thats airpods, a mini ipad, an electronic keyboard, and two chromebooks in like eight years) ~im impressively irresponsible~
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camdencade · 2 years
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TW sa
Just a little late night poem I wrote; I haven’t edited or anything yet, but I kinda like it? I think? Anywho enjoy ig:)
Sometimes, late at night, I can’t help but think of you
When its dark, and the static in my vision
Twists
And turns,
Rearranges itself
Until it becomes you
Your face
Your lips
Your kiss
And the ringing in my ears
Shifts
And the melody slows
Until it is a collection of every song that reminded me of you
Reminds me of loving you
Stuck
By Qori
Stuck
In my head
The static vision of you keeps drawing closer
Even as I scream
And hit
And shove it away,
And the melodies are getting louder,
Stuck
By qori
Stuck
In my head
Stuck
under my sheets
As they press against my skin
Forming hands
And fingers
Your hands
And fingers
That wrap around my body and refuse to let go,
Your cold skin pressed against mine,
Draining the warmth,
Hands up my shirt,
Lips against my neck.
I try to scream
For help
For warmth
For anything
Only to find the static-you has held a pillow
To my face
And I learn that I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
I cannot scream
I cannot hit
Or kick
Or shove you away
All I can do
As you hold a pillow to my face
And a hand to my chest
And whisper kind words in my ear…
Is lie
And tell you
I want you here.
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camdencade · 3 years
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DAMN YALL a baby gay came up to me earlier to compliment my outfit.. i feel like ive reached a new level of queer??
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camdencade · 3 years
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I JUST FINISHED SPIRITFARER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND OH MY S A T A N IM CRYING JEEZ. also who tf let me finish the game without two spirits i-
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camdencade · 3 years
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this is not a want, this a fuckin N E E D
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Fashion and Surrealism opening at The Fashion Institute of Technology(1987), photo by Seiji Kakizaki for High Fashion Magazine February 1988
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camdencade · 3 years
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i shaved my head again bitches
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camdencade · 3 years
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yall replying with eureka songs r fucking awesome and i hope u have a good day
i love mother mother but im sick of everyone only ever talking about hayloft and arms tonite, so everyone tell me ur favourite underrated mother mother song. ill go first, its omen, ive never heard anyone talk about it and that makes me kinda sad ngl
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camdencade · 3 years
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i love mother mother but im sick of everyone only ever talking about hayloft and arms tonite, so everyone tell me ur favourite underrated mother mother song. ill go first, its omen, ive never heard anyone talk about it and that makes me kinda sad ngl
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camdencade · 3 years
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im back in lockdown again... yay
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camdencade · 3 years
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i went to the store today, and this little girl saw me and just gasped and my life is complete now thank you
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camdencade · 3 years
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dangerously closing to fucking up my hair again
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camdencade · 3 years
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toronto born, toronto bred, and one day ill be toronto dead
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camdencade · 3 years
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my dumbass did not just buy a binder and send it to my transphobic parents house-
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