need adult money so i can buy cool lighters.
and no i just love lighters.
and no i just love lighters.
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Scribe your soul out
And I need a curfew, eytechemalkugn nw.
i called it on myself lmaoooo
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and that’s it for today.
good night.
and for the ones who didn’t make it
beg!!
you know who you are.
good night.
and for the ones who didn’t make it
beg!!
you know who you are.
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Intrusive Thoughts
What I found touching, and that others pointed out, was the scene at the end when he answers the door - first with his own name, met with silence, then with the director's name, which resounded in recognition. Which is supposedly why he was crying. I know that'll stay with me indefinitely.
plus it was the first time he mentioned his real name at the door. every other time he’d stepped through that door he was someone else someone respected, admired, believed in. he had grown used to that identity, the illusion that gave him worth. but that moment when he spoke his real name stripped the performance that was when everything ended. not when he was caught or not in prison, but right there. a quiet devastating reality check, as if the boundary between his fantasy and the world finally dissolved.
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Scribe your soul out
https://open.substack.com/pub/ashtray356976/p/the-woman-who-raised-me?r=57iibr&utm_medium=ios
We just read when she writes.
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If two people are arguing, don’t step in even if you know who’s right and who’s wrong. Just quietly pull yourself away.
learn to actually say mn agebagn in every situation.
learn to actually say mn agebagn in every situation.
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