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bliss-tastic · 1 year
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I need this popped straight into my head, spun on an endless loop.
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sa-dnesss · 1 year
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nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words
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abistebirenkaz · 9 months
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On one hand, I wish to die. But I am not sure if I'd be forgiven and given the chance to have a happy afterlife. It feels like I am not, and I will have to live in misery for an eternity.
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probablyhuntersmom · 1 year
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The healing and lasting love of a mom
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vichokupoxx · 1 year
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xiewho · 1 month
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no time to celebrate
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passingthruworlds · 1 month
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Missing those summer nights 🌌
-Tampa, FL
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catmanbowser · 6 months
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Been awhile..
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isolatedgirlthing · 6 months
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sparrow-in-boots · 2 months
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ten times divorced idiots <3
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artiststarme · 8 months
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Steve could always see the dead, since his grandma died when he was six and his papa when he was seven. He’d have conversations with them at the side of his pool about his day until the breeze swept them away. He’d always liked the dead more than the living, not that people would understand if he’d told them.
He’d sometimes go out and sit in his pool chairs to talk to Barb, the girl that hated him alive and even more now that she’d died. She never blamed him though. She’d rant and she’d rave about the injustice of it all but unlike Nancy, she never blamed him for her death. She just let him listen to her dreams and hopes that would never occur.
After Vecna and their last encounter with the Upside Down, Steve would talk to Eddie. They’d lay side by side in his bed surrounded by plaid and talk about what could’ve been. Big metal tours, traveling, dreams being made, guys, girls, even the kids on occasion. They’d even talk about what they could’ve been, once upon a time. But when night turned to day, Eddie would fade away and Steve would be left all alone again.
He might be able to see both alive and dead but through it all, he was alone.
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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you ever get the feeling that you’re not really liked but just kinda tolerated?…like you don’t really belong anywhere and you’re just kinda always on the outside but you don’t fit in or wtv.
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noname-404s-blog · 8 months
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ilovehowyoufeel · 3 months
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