A person in love who donโt know how to deal with it. You become so emotional that it feels fearful, so much that you become fucked up
Him: what wrong, why youโre always so emotional
Her: as she sobs, you got me fucked up
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"you smell me cuz?" is common slang amongst Caucasian females which works as a stand in for "you get what I'm saying?"
while not not in all cases, "you smell me cuz?" is commonly linked to femininity, low iq, hair loss, and ironically a terrible stench as if the person had not showered in multiple days. when you see someone who commonly uses the term of "you smell me cuz?" the first thing that you will think is "damn why do they look like that?"
"britt britt has a doctors appointment today, doctor J is going to be giving her a physical you smell me cuz?"
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1. You have confused me with someone that you can fuck with.
2. Your thinking about me is wrong.
Give me back my makeup bag.
Sit down, trick.
Bitch, you got me all fucked up! Hand it over.
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Taylor Swift's lead single to her 6th album Reputation. A complete reinvention of her image and also a bop that will make you dance/wiggle uncontrollably.
Boy1: But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
Boy 2: I see you've heard the new song then
Kim: I love taylor's new song Look What You Made Me Do.
Katy: So do I
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To wiggle one's fingers behind an individual's head who's eyes protrude farther than normal, assuming excellent peripheral vision. The words, "Can you see me now?" Should be spoken while performing this act.
*wiggle fingers behind and to the side of victim* "Hey Josh, can you see me now?"
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What a guy asks you when hes horny
Mathew: "Would you let me fuck you?"
Emily: "Your the last person I wanted to give my virginity to."
The way you feel when youโve been hurt more than you thought possible and youโve hurt someone more than you thought possible but you love them so much it hurts and they donโt even know that theyโve been hurt. Itโs great.
I dreamt of an old man on a park bench. One eye was dead and white, the pupil transfixed by a scar. The other burned blue. It saw. He raised a shaking finger and pointed at me. โHow dare you forgive me,โ he croaked, his voice the death rattle of a starved bird and a dying star.
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