I found it interesting that their neighbors have already clocked them as absent.
On top of it, a representative for the couple has gone ahead to make it seem like they're gifting great things to the neighbors, while it's clear that they haven't even asked the neighbors if they'd like any of these things done, nor bothered to get their feedback.
I swear on Reno I will slab the entire gulf of America if I
It feels good to be free to feel it out loud but I'll take that one down
I think you deserve the same silence you served me
I am still very sexy and my ass is still fat. Sorry about it.
You probably just would have taken parts of my personality and invited other chicks to appreciate it, when they could have just been kissin' up on the OG instead 😚
A small video by HG Tudor who breaks down the need to control the narrative around Taylor's wedding and Blake's lack of attendance.
And the ones about myself are not
It just boosts my ego a bit. That's all, keep gathering it. You've only proved me right
Gurl remember when you texted my guy right after you tried to get involved with our discussion??
Texting the next morning! Like you were all concerned for him and thought I wasn't right there next to him to read it??
Guess you thought we didn't talk to each other or maybe that I wasn't capable of humility butttttt
You should know that he clocked that it was fake as fuck. He never thought you were a good friend to me. You failed your mission
someone on "your side" pretended to be me to piss you off more?
I bet these people suck more than you could ever imagine
There's something about a true connection that rings rare for me. Was ours even that true of a connection? It mimicked the rhythm without the harmony, and unfortunately, I've always been tone deaf.
We command the theater with our antics, our rhythm enveloped in the synchronicity of our dance. Rehearsed and ready for the next number, I step out with a deep growing reluctance.
Delusional, I thought the rhythm was enough to sustain it. I was enamoured the way our energy synchronized. I could taste the whiskey on your lips the moment you sent for me. It seemed as if you kept getting swirled up in my path.
This song we once played, it's not the same. Only you and I know when our melodies changed. I quickened the tempo while you added a chord, and now the song is choppier than a charcuterie board.
It's been years but I now know why I couldn't quite keep up with the flow.
A monument effort between all the notes, the composition; it's a piece of work. Do I honor the foundation, the middle, or the end .... when most of this time seemed occupied with a unique sense of dread?
To dance it again, is it to preserve what I now hate? Or do I just let these lights fade?
It's been years but I now know why every time I want to, I just don't.