@coredumb: “not that deep” followed by “six feet” is insane cr:@james.and.amber /IG

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Silence Artist :

but it make sense at the same time 😭🤣

2026-07-02 13:50:49

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Hugo_theking :

Dead humor

2026-07-05 00:24:45

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Ainsley :

dead serious🤔

2026-07-04 15:58:45

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Asiatiskris🍚 :

Are we deadass

2026-07-06 00:31:02

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hiasibua :

who comes with me to hell

2026-08-05 00:55:15

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M22 Locust :

verry rotten humor

2026-07-14 07:48:30

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sxnister⁰⁸¹⁷ :

WHY IS IT SO FUNNY THO

2026-07-06 07:59:13

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⛦𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐓⛦ :

my kind of humor 🤣🤣

2026-07-09 14:21:15

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Dave-138 :

2026-08-20 12:24:42

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sugar tank :

2026-07-03 04:23:56

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Jan Krauke :

dad jokes

2026-08-03 17:20:06

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Serendipity :

dude you're bringing all of us with you deeper than 6ft 😂

2026-08-09 12:03:01

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itstheoneandonlychase :

I’m at a graveyard rn

2026-08-20 13:38:41

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son :

you don't know if his joking or serious

2026-08-06 05:07:11

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Before, I measured that relationship by its loud moments. The fights. The door slamming hard enough to shake the picture frames. Me sitting on the bathroom floor at two in the morning, phone in hand, with no one I could call, rehearsing a sentence I never sent 🕯 After, something strange happened. The loud moments faded first. Memory kept the other reel: the good mornings, the vacation photos, the way he laughed at my jokes in front of his friends. A year out, I caught myself thinking: maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe I was too hard on him ✨ Then one memory came back and put everything in order. I couldn't tell my mother. For three years, the person who knew every scraped knee of my childhood got an edited version of my life. At family dinners I translated my week into something acceptable. I trimmed the stories. I explained bruised silences as tiredness. My sister once asked if I was happy, and I said yes so fast it sounded like a reflex. Not because my family was cold. Because I was ashamed of what I was allowing, and saying it out loud would have made it real. That's the proof, and it doesn't fade. You don't hide a good life. Nobody edits happiness for their mother 🤍 The hiding itself was the answer, back when I couldn't afford to hear it. So now, when memory brings me the vacation photos, I let it. And then I ask memory one question: those years, could I be honest with the people who loved me? The answer closes the album. ... If your memory has started to soften someone who made you smaller, ask the same question. Not

Before, I measured that relationship by its loud moments. The fights. The door slamming hard enough to shake the picture frames. Me sitting on the bathroom floor at two in the morning, phone in hand, with no one I could call, rehearsing a sentence I never sent 🕯 After, something strange happened. The loud moments faded first. Memory kept the other reel: the good mornings, the vacation photos, the way he laughed at my jokes in front of his friends. A year out, I caught myself thinking: maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe I was too hard on him ✨ Then one memory came back and put everything in order. I couldn't tell my mother. For three years, the person who knew every scraped knee of my childhood got an edited version of my life. At family dinners I translated my week into something acceptable. I trimmed the stories. I explained bruised silences as tiredness. My sister once asked if I was happy, and I said yes so fast it sounded like a reflex. Not because my family was cold. Because I was ashamed of what I was allowing, and saying it out loud would have made it real. That's the proof, and it doesn't fade. You don't hide a good life. Nobody edits happiness for their mother 🤍 The hiding itself was the answer, back when I couldn't afford to hear it. So now, when memory brings me the vacation photos, I let it. And then I ask memory one question: those years, could I be honest with the people who loved me? The answer closes the album. ... If your memory has started to soften someone who made you smaller, ask the same question. Not "were there good days." There were. Ask who you couldn't be honest with, and what that silence knew. Believe her. She was the only witness who was there for all of it 🌙

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