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nel dubbio- my sweetheart’s piano is rat-filled, and mine is infested with bugs, the music we make is unnatural.. but it sounds just like falling in love... this butch, this butch, this butch, this butch, she makes me go weak in the knees... but i can’t let her see me swoon, or else she will think i...

solo a me lo psichiatra causa più trauma anziché aiutarmi a superarlo o a farmi diagmosticare? si?

gli avevo dedicato una playlist e la stava ascoltando, e c’era “i bet on losing dogs” di mitski che inizia con “my baby, my baby... you’re my baby, say it to me”