I was tagged by @thejobutupaki to post 8 shows to get to know me 🫶🏻 thanks!
1. What We Do in the Shadows
2. Community
3. Stranger Things
4. How I met your Mother
5. Bob’s Burgers
6. New Girl
7. Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural (does this count as a show?)
8. Regular Show
I tag.. @advventures @roxannaisbusy @mellowgf @tiredbtw
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celeste // strange
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i keep cold when i talk about it. a few months is hardly enough time to keep you under my tongue, let alone let you swallow me whole. but i spent those nights waiting for you on street corners. laughing while you gave your ice cream order. learning to kiss your hard shoulder in the morning.
i try and take back the pieces; telling you about my dad. the early mornings, letting you meet my friends and make them laugh. it’s just the cut and dry consequence. the crack in the unspoken promises.
but. but. even with all the cold i try to keep. you had a smile that could’ve kept me.
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So yeah, sue me for falling in love with your snore and the way you talk with your hands. It’s not like it was a conscious choice, like I looked at you one day and thought ‘huh, yeah, you seem like a good one to fall for.’ I didn’t wake up and miss your hair between my fingers suddenly - it grew over time.
Look. I want to get this right with you. You and your ocean blue eyes and crinkled forehead and gap between your teeth. You and a silky voice and hands that dance around my hips when I cook us dinner. You, you, you. If we’re gonna do this, I have to learn how to stop burning cities down and enjoy the skyscrapers for what they are.
It’s 3 am and you’re taking up the whole bed. You’re a light sleeper, but I don’t want to wake you up. I stay small and imagine what you’re thinking about. What that incredible mind has dreamt up. You are fascinating to me, from your pet peeves to your favorite color (lavender). Maybe you’re dreaming of me. Probably not, but I’d like to think so.
So this is how it goes. A delicate dance between not enough and too much. But believe me when I say that you are a chance I will never regret taking. The world is going to fall to pieces. I want you there with me when it burns down.
“it’s gonna hurt when you leave”
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It hurts,but I’ll just pretend it doesn’t.
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This is what you said but I don’t think you remember
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this will break both of us
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And I will kill you with my kindness
until your guilt sets your heart on fire
and you will perish
red hot, black and blue
while I smile knowing that you’re feeling the same pain as I once did
I will break your heart for breaking mine
Simpllicity
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fort lauderdale | 7.22.17
don’t delete my caption or self promote
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When I was eleven I stole my mom’s xanax
Prescribed for anxiety
Covered up as a solution for a pinched nerve
No one told me the depth at which illness runs through my veins
Too sensitive, too weak, too negative
Anxious, depressed, paranoid–
Terms never mentioned above a hushed whisper
Sixth grade I swallowed pills that weren’t mine
Surfed the internet on my iPod touch for different ways to deliver the chemicals
When I was twelve I started snorting modafinal
Lifted from my fathers medicine cabinet
Too tired to handle with care
Crushed between two spoons
That year brought notebooks filled with masterpieces
Written in languages I could not understand in the morning
Thirteen brought study drugs
My brothers adderall carrying me through an accelerated math program far beyond my capabilities
The learning disabilities I was unaware of could not hold me down after a few blue lines
At fourteen years old
OxyContin was a lifeline to which I clung
Surgery after surgery my mom was too busy recovering to manage
her pills
At school the vocab word of the week was insufflate
Fifteen brought trauma as I led a pure life into my line of recreation
She stole her mom’s pills too
We took everything we could find
Chasing a feeling she didn’t know and I couldn’t describe
Sixteen brought weed and alcohol and
Selling adderall in Spanish class
To fund the steady stream of
opioids and benzodiazepines I needed to
keep my hands from shaking
Heartbreak and new love came with seventeen
A new love to share my passion with
She blew lines of oxy off my ass on our first date
And
Rubbed the leftover powder on my gums
Taught me to do blow off of CD’s in my driveway
She carried a rolled-up dollar bill in her wallet
Always ready for the next hit
I loved her
And she shattered me
Eighteen ended the cycle and
A new lover kept me high on marijuana
High enough to let down my walls
But not enough to stop the shaking
Sharing bowls in the backseat of his car
Blunt walks on the beach
He hates when I tasted like cigarettes
Antidepressants stimulants and downers
With my name on them
Rot on my nightstand
As I try to make peace with an addiction recommended by a
Psychiatrist
I don’t care if I’m damaged, honestly I think I’m just bored
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how this shit went pt2
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sufjan stevens // fourth of july
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HIGHWAYANXIETY (16/15)
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You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone.Or maybe,maybe she was just good for your ego.Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life,but you didn’t love her.Because you don’t destroy people you love.
- Grey’s anathomy -
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Things you said after you told me you were in love with me
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