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If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
My beige flag on tumblr is when i see other people commenting stuff that i relate to. I be like "real". You all have cameras inside my house or what?
Thanks for the tag 🤭
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Hey! Figured maybe I’d start one of these? (Hopefully this doesn’t flop idk) but feel free to participate
My names K, and my tumblr beige flag is that when I’m scrolling and I see the “popular in….” With the accounts recommended, I follow the first two.
Always. No matter what. I feel compelled to. Call it my OCD, maybe stupidity, either way. That’s why I follow like a million people lmfao
No pressure tags ig? @chrislilcumslvt @whoopsyeahokay @confusionmeisss @luverboychris @ anyone else who wants to participate lmfao idk how to do this
Just finished "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" and...
Now i have depression.
BEST BOOK EVER!!!💖💜💙
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This was the most normal thing someone has ever asked me on here lol
Can we just appreciate small poets who deserve a whole book dedicated to them?? Poets deserve to be the poem as well 💗💕
Also, love the poem!
What if I’ve paid every coin in my hand,
Yet I’m judged for debts I don’t understand?
A heart I never held beats heavy with blame,
And I’m the ghost they’ve given a name.
Did I carve my guilt in stone or steel,
Or is it a weapon I was forced to wield?
Am I cruel, sharp-edged, built to defy,
Or just a reflection of another’s lie?
Is this a sentence, written in ash,
Or a road I walk, marked by the past?
The lines blur between the truth and the crime
Am I the victim, or am I the knife?
Perhaps it’s not punishment, not fate’s decree,
But the weight of a question that’s drowning me.
What if the answer is that I’ve gone astray
Or perhaps the guilt isn’t mine to carry today?