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tunetowntourney · 7 months
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mildlysedat3d · 3 months
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February 14th.
Stayed in this evening and ordered a pizza. Maybe not the most romantic valentine's dinner, but seeing as I can't cook and it'd probably be too risky to go somewhere I might be recognized, it can't really be helped. I don't think Fritz minds. After what he's been through I think he's glad to avoid a lot of excitement. He deserves something more romantic than pizza delivery, though. Maybe next year. But then, I think we both might be thinking, even if we try not to, about the fact that this isn't just Valentine's day. It seems like forever ago now. It could've happened in a whole other damn lifetime, on another planet. But there were popping streamers and noisemakers. Barbecue (Engie did that) and cake (Heavy did that. Pyro helped with the candles because of course he did.) It was the last time I saw Wolfie happy. Really happy, not a mask hiding something he wouldn't tell me about, not a mask like Spy's was but one made out of porcelain, getting more and more cracked every time I saw it. Cheer up, Doe. He always said that if I even started to say something. Don't worry so much. I mean he had bad dreams. He spent the night with me more often than I think anyone knows to this day. I think we both slept better like that because we were protecting each other, just like we'd promised. I thought they were about the war because that's what mine were always about and why would they be about anything else? That boyish sparkle in his eyes when he blow out those candles, like a kid surrounded by friends. Just turned 31, the world should've been his goddamn oyster and if I just stop my memory there... I really believed it could've been. That once this gig was over, Wolfgang Stahl and his crazy stupid luck would go on to be a world-beater. And I think... it's not fair. I can't do anything but fight. I mean I can fight and apparently help solve crimes but then, when I was actually me and not an altered copy of myself (jesus christ that will never not be weird to think about), that's all I could do. I was in a really dark place between the war and the job because I didn't have a fucking clue what to do with myself if I wasn't in the trenches. No reason to think it wouldn't be more of the same after. I didn't have that potential for a bright future, not like him. So why didn't the fucking machine hate me? Why'd he have to suffer so bad while I always went through fine, more or less? Nothing I haven't asked myself before. I could death spiral on these questions. But I'm trying hard. Things are a little bit better. I can look at his picture where I couldn't before. If I try real hard, I can think of h im and cut myself off before I start thinking of how it all ended. I can think of that Febuary day, him laughing with my hand on his shoulder, Archimedes pecking at the cake, even Fritz with a grin on his face. I wish I still had that picture. Not as much as I wish I still had him, but... damn, I wish I still had that picture.
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arwyd · 1 year
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the absolute grip that Jane™ has on male musicians in the pre 2010 era is very interesting. was Jane™ the early version of Y/N? Does it have to do with how unknown women are referred to as Jane Doe? I just have questions
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swampwhompaaod · 8 months
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This went off on IG, figured I'd cross post here too. I'm @souls.are.spent there c;
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ko-bruh · 6 months
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Breaking Benjamin - Breath
A throwback in time to me listening to So Cold and Breath on repeat while prepping for physics & organic chemistry, trying to get through school. The entire album of Phobia is a banger to this day.
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boobsandtranscendency · 11 months
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Die for anyone, what have I become?
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lilyrose876 · 1 year
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Diary of Jane dress in turquoise leopard print. Gorgeous dress perfect for an evening out.
https://mellaris.com/collections/https-mellaris-com-collections-new-in/products/diary-of-jane-dress-drc330-turquoise-leopard-print-1
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queensilber · 1 year
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So I ased Alexandria but she didnt wanted to tell me my place in the Diary of Jane so iI had to break Benjamin and then she told me.
Why?
Oh, havent you people heard of? They have some kind of chemical romance going on.
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damonketv · 3 months
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When I was in 6th grade we had this gym teacher who had ears like a hawk, could tell you were chewing gum from the other end of the track and would scream at you to spit it out. But I was going up to my classmates and asking what it meant to them to eat the booty like groceries. I think post to be by Christ Brown was making a round as a popular sound on musically or something like that. And the gym teacher yelled at me from across the field to stop asking people that.
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darthkieduss · 5 months
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Autistic MFers with ADHD will write in our journals in long paragraphs about their spiritual beliefs and political convictions but relegate personal life stuff as a footnote. Like I went on a rant in my journal about I had lost faith in the capitalist system and ended it with "also I Got a girlfriend now. [her name]. 1/22/2019"
Even in a private journal, we keep private shit to ourselves, least our future selves look at our own words in judgement.
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tunetowntourney · 7 months
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we’re going down down baby
sometimes it helps me to write this stuff down. I probably said that sometime already before. if you’re not me and you’re reading this because you found this little book someday when i’m gone it won’t make a lot of sense to you, probably. i hope not. i mean it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me either. a year removed and it still doesn’t. I remember the fall, though. i thought I would fall down forever and ever. God, it stank. It reeked of death, decay, rot. I never saw such a goddamn obscene amount of dead people. Not even in the war. That I wasn’t in. I remember it though. It was horrible but not as horrible as the fall. I don’t think a word exists for what it was. ‘horror’ is a drop in the bucket. ‘terror’ doesn’t cut it either. something black. something primal I guess we all were supposed to have evolved past by now. I hid among them and wished I was them because I wouldn’t be able to feel that black primal feeling and smell that hellish stench anymore. I fell and in the end I kept falling until I was at the beginning again. I wish I would have warned me. I doubt I would have listened. Maybe I’m still falling and won’t ever stop even though I see my feet on the ground. I know that blackness has never left me. I feel it gripping at my spine even now.
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jacksmind99 · 8 months
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August 7 - Reminiscing Over Rock
Yesterday, I tagged a Three Days Grace song as the song of the day. Funny enough, though, is that I hadn't listened to TDG in a few years. In fact, I haven't really jammed with rock much at all in through college. I fell hard into the indie scene, constantly discovering new songs to obsess over. Interestingly, my pop punk love never left me. I still listen to All Time Low and Sum 41 just as much now as I did back in grade school. Bu not rock.
I find it weird that rock didn't follow. In particular, Breaking Benjamin. Through both middle and high school I hyper fixated on Breaking Benjamin. There were entire weeks were they were the only band I listened to. Playing the same songs over and over and over and over again. I can still sing them in my sleep to this day. I guess my fixation died down in college. I branched out. And somehow completely stopped listening to rock. Even Breaking Benjamin sat collecting dust in my music library.
But yesterday, I relistened. I remembered. I didn't sleep much last night because I was too busy singing my heart out to all the memories. It felt soooooo good. Dopamine rush. I might start tagging more rock songs now. I'm in the mood.
Today, I will tag the song that started it all. The first BB song I ever heard:
Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
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