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wirtsauce4020 · 25 days
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And they were "roommates"
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lord-montgomery · 1 month
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sizzy: the playlist
song 1: emails i can't send
the goal of the first few songs on this playlist is to establish where simon and isabelle are positioned on the board, in a way. this song, specifically, encapsulates some (if not most) of the reason izzy approaches love and romance the way she does--that reason being, of course, her father. and his actions that she learned about at far too early an age for them not to have long-lasting effects.
And thanks to you I, I can't love right
if this song was to be boiled down to one message, it would be this line. and it screams of isabelle lightwood. she saw her mother breaking down, she saw the chaos her father's choices caused, knew that her little brother was the only reason he stayed, knew that his presence was only a source of discomfort and unhappiness in the long run despite how much she understood that each of her parents cared for little max. she read into every interaction her parents had after she found out about robert's affair. and it tainted so much of her growing years.
and she had no one to share this with. she couldn't tell alec. and she definitely couldn't tell max. and approaching her dad about it would be criminalizing her mother. and talking to her mom about it would be reminiscing on a time she was hurt beyond repair. so she'll write her mental letters, emails she can't send to a father she will never be able to look at the same.
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theirloveisgross · 9 months
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my best friends. <3 (november 2019)
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striveattemptfail · 1 year
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concept: jason is broody and bitching when he's forced to return to the manor in a Bad Mood™️ so he starts blasting pretender by foo fighters bc he wants to piss off his family
What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender What if I say I will never surrender?
(he may or may not be particularly mad at tim LOL)
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tiffanylamps · 5 months
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I want to create. With this heart, this mind, this sensitive soul, I was made to be a creative; engineered before broken down for parts. And yet, I am without. Without words, movement, image, or sound. No painter's brush, no click-clack of a typewriter, no red light of a darkroom. I am bursting with want, but these fingers are frozen; this mind shrouded in a mist so bleak, I find myself unable to see the path ahead.
15/11/23: i'm in my feels. the irony of this post isn't lost on me, i'm just indulging myself.
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byanyan · 1 month
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what is holding you back?
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the inability to cherish the good things that happen out of fear of them disappearing
ㅤyou've been hurt, badly, haven't you? it's been a long time since you've felt comfortable in your own mind. everything's become a sign that you're going to be hurt again. so when something good does come along, you're not used to it. it feels foreign. it's weird and scary. you want to believe that it will work out, but you just can't. you've been burned too many times. because of this, you've become cynical. you never wanted it to be this way, but you're trying to protect yourself. i see how it's easier to not accept the good, out of fear of its inevitable end. once the dust settles, you're terrified of being alone again. but by doing this, you're never enjoying those good moments. you're letting them pass you by. you have to start letting the happiness come to you. even if it's in waves, isn't that better than not at all?
stolen from:ㅤ@bluefeathrs ♡
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anonymouscentral · 4 months
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sigh
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running-in-the-dark · 4 months
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it really sucks to just feel so much love when there's just. nothing you can do about it
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jwicks · 1 year
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[[ finished watching j.w.4...... i think i'm going to pass out and crawl under a trash bin and combust ]]
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liebelesbe · 1 year
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help i think i fucked up
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claudia-kishi · 1 year
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Guess who comes up to the plate? Albert Pujols. Wait, did you strike out Albert Pujols? No, I did not. He hit it. Far. Very, very far... Sorry, Coach. Are you kidding? It was beautiful.
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heyitsphoenixx · 2 years
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i have got to close my laptop bc i am getting too emotional about how much i fuckin love gerard way and how much they mean to me like i loved them when i was figuring out my sexuality and then later my own gender but before any of that started consciously happening i just knew i wanted to be like him and i had no idea wtf a transgender was all i knew was that i had to dye my hair bright red and i wanted to cut it but i was afraid for some unknown reason and then FOUR YEARS LATER after a ton of repressing i start figuring out my gender a little and revisit them and go wait. fucking wait. hold on. i am the same as him. cue that one post that says gerard way uses he/they pronouns and i use he/they pronouns we are the same. that is all i’m trying to say w this post once again it is 1:26am
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softpng · 2 years
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there's something about being born into abandonment. you start the grieving the moment you meet people and eventually when you do lose them it feels like death all over again.
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imsorryimlate · 2 years
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mmmthornton · 2 years
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Not to be a weebfem on main but MP100 Season 3 will fix me.
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lacebird · 2 years
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“and the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;”
— the raven, e.a.p
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