(02-05-2018, 03:22 AM)toast link Wrote: concept: judge judy but this tho
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
he is. he's me
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jude is a pure and good soul that wants to talk to boys but also wants to jump on a trampoline with a fridge
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
hi but what if i brought in my charlie right
and they're fuckin [i]bros
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whos your charlie ??
sunnyside, or what i'm using for everything from now on
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
today my english class was doing presentations on middle eastern countries and i thought "what if instead of covering everything but the eyes they covered only the eyes" and thats how my friend ended up wearing a blindfold during the entire yemen slideshow
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
what's that one history of the entire world i guess quote that sum sit up
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when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
tired and lonely in purgatory
or
cannibal boy angst
or
human cannibal boy thoughts
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
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