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lolz!!!!!!!!!!!

#i have so much to say abt this scene #but mainly: it makes me mad :) #very telling abt apple as a person though #she says she doesnt do things because theyre 'wrong' not bc bad things would happen. but bc it would look bad or feel bad #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter? #btw the person in the mirror is The Evil Queen. which is why shes in a mirror prison #(shes still a milf tho even tho shes a terrible person) #also the fact that this is the ONLY TIME when apple gets angry?????? #someone saying 'lol ur not like ur mom' is enough to anger her. its just interesting.

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Passport to Paris (1999)

#HELP #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carrie ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i’m gonna stay as long as it lasts. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ lola ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i couldn’t open my eyes. not yet‚ i told myself‚ just not yet. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter? #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carmelita ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ let’s see what teeth can do. #my tone deaf girls......... god bless them

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oh no!!!

#gore / #HELP #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter?

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i’ve got all this rage in me and i don’t know where to put it

@rbhvleo // paul miller “utopia” // “the book of promothea” hélène cixous tr. betsy wing // gillian flynn “dark places” // ginger snaps // @heavensghost // @vawium // @traumathoughts // lucille clifton “leukemia as white rabbits” // ahamkara lustre print @artofmaquenda // audre lorde

[ID: a collection of text excerpts:

“TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER”

a drawing with a deep red background with unidentifiable black text scribbled on the top and bottom right corners. on top, a white face is drawn - the mouth is open as if in a scream with teeth baring, the right eye is slightly bigger.

“i exist, i am, don’t come near, i have teeth, i have claws”

“I was not a lovable child, and i’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.”

“Ginger: I get this ache... and I thought it was for sex but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces.”

“I AM AN ANGEL FULL OF RAGE / I CAN’T TOLERATE THIS PAIN”

“never again will i be gentle / I will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows / I will remain rough”

“i am i am i am furious”

an ahamkara lustre print of black dogs baring teeth

“I feel it’s my anger that has / helped keep me alive,” /end ID]

#˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ june ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ murder and mercy rolled into one; which way is up? #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ lina ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i do not want beautiful‚ i want a goddamn tragedy. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ minnie ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ this is how it goes: in the body of god you are a wound that will not close.

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paracetamol by declan mckenna // richard siken // song of achilles // sofia by clairo // maurice // black iris by leah raeder // sweet mother by sappho

#˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter? #apple⠀ :⠀ re. darling.

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#MISS LOLA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ lola ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i couldn’t open my eyes. not yet‚ i told myself‚ just not yet.

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Isabelle Adjani as Anna in Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

#body horror / #blood / #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ verity ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ how you want to stop and just worship. #some of these.............

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SYDNEY SWEENEY FOR TMRW MAGAZINE

#sweet caroline :( #bah bah bahs yearningly #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ caroline ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ and spring turned to summer.

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Every Harper McIntyre Scene [104/?] ↳ Gimme Shelter (4x07)

#TELL ME SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE DYLAN PLAYFAIR #U CANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ june ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ murder and mercy rolled into one; which way is up?

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#˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carmelita ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ let’s see what teeth can do. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carrie ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i’m gonna stay as long as it lasts. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter? #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ heather ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ guilt is a woman and she’s walking on her knees. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ june ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ murder and mercy rolled into one; which way is up? #june is the only one who would say this tbh #everyone else is far in the closet

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#i am thinking abt that uquiz #'because it was the right thing to do' #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter? #apple⠀ :⠀ re. raven.

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CARRIE WILSON

Julie and the Phantoms (2020— ) S01E05, The Other Side of Hollywood

#not kidding i had literally no idea this was something she said #this is what i get for not watching my canon xxx #i still would die for her tho <3 #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carrie ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i’m gonna stay as long as it lasts.

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00:00:00 / sux to sux candie corn

          she  remembers  about  a  week  after  the  crash,  the  feeling  of  sorrow  stuck  at  the  bottom  of  her  stomach  like  sticky  taffy  that  you  couldn’t  quite  swallow.    she  remembers  the  dark  timer  on  her  father’s  wrist,  the  one  that  used  to  be  a  blindingly  red  00:00:00.    she  remembers  the  hard  sob  caught  in  his  throat  when  she  had  pointed  it  out,  innocent  eyes  peering  up  at  his.    (    daddy  why  is  your  timer  dark?    daddy  where  is  mama?    daddy  is  mama  coming  home?    daddy  is  mama  with  the  angels?    )    she  remembers  the  toothy  grin  she  had  given  him  when  he  shook  his  head,  pressing  their  wrists  together.    (    look,  now  we’re  matching!    )    she  remembers  feeling  the  timer  on  her  wrist,  which  has  always  been  cold  and  dark.    but  unlike  her  father’s,  carrie’s  was  still  ticking  a  long  ass  number  she  never  remembered.

          it  was  a  strange  feeling,  walking  into  school  for  the  next  couple  of  years.  she  met  julie,  bright  and  happy  as  the  sun,  just  pure  light.  she  remembers  wanting  her  so  bad.    wanting  her  safe,  wanting  her  loved,  wanting  her  happy.    but  julie  had  four  timers,  three  of  those  were  dark   (    still  ticking,  just  like  carrie’s    )  one  that  was  a  blinding  red,  whose  numbers  seemed  to  be  rapidly  declining  too  fast  for  her  to  keep  up.    none  of  those  numbers  were  carrie’s,  none  of  them  matched.    and  if  julie  molina  wasn’t  her  soulmate,  she’s  not  sure  she  wanted  anybody  to  be.

            she  remembers  the  feeling  of  her  heart  dropping  in  her  chest  when  she  found  flynn  and  julie,  smiling  about  something  she  couldn’t  understand.    until  she  saw  it,  their  wrists  were  now  matching.    carrie  felt  sick  to  her  stomach,  the  blinding  red  00:00:00  blinking  on  both  of  their  wrists.    she  doesn’t  think  she’s  ever  called  home  in  tears  so  fast  before.

              she  remembers  meeting  kayla,  pretty  and  purple  and  quiet.    carrie  took  her  hand  with  a  smile,  pretending  like  the  wrist  so  close  to  hers  wasn’t  cold  and  dark  like  hers,  like  it  wasn’t  still  whirring  with  numbers  that  hadn’t  stopped.    she  became  so  good  at  pretending,  she  forgot  that  kayla  wasn’t  hers.    when  they  were  dancing  together  in  dirty  candy  rehearsals,  when  she  carefully  applied  purple  tinted  lip  gloss  to  the  other,  and  their  faces  were  so  close.    she  forgot  everything  was  ever  wrong,  they  were  in  their  own  candy  flavored  world  where  it  was  only  them  and  things  that  could  never  hurt  them.  

              she  remembers  the  squeal  of  joy  the  other  girl  had  let  out  when  she  yanked  her  hand  from  carrie’s  pulling  down  the  sleeve  of  her  jacket  to  reveal  a  dark  00:00:00.  and  carrie  looked  up,  heart  in  tatters,  to  find  the  boy  on  stage  with  dark  hair  winking  at  her  best  friend,  who  wasn’t  hers,  kayla  was  his.  god  she  felt  sick,  why  couldn’t  she  just  be  happy?    why  couldn’t  the  universe  give  her  one  thing?  just  this  once?

              she  doesn’t  like  to  think  about  any  of  this,  of  course.    carrie  wilson  had  become  a  master  of  leaving  the  room  whenever  the  forbidden  topic  had  come  up,  keeping  her  feelings  and  words  locked  up  tight  inside  of  her.    she  walks  home  from  school  today,  knowing  her  dad  won’t  send  a  car  unless  she  asks,  because  even  though  he’s  trying,  he  never  remembers  anything.  the  wind  is  quiet  today,  normally  she’d  find  the  quiet  nice,  calming,  even.  but  today  it  makes  her  snarl,  the  quiet  of  the  world  around  her  making  everything  else  in  her  head  too  loud.  she  crosses  her  arms,  tightening  them  around  herself.  wishing  she  had  called  for  a  car  instead  of  walking  through  suburban  los  angeles.

                honestly,  it’s  pure  luck  that  she  hears  the  sniffle,  because  otherwise  she  would’ve  walked  right  through  him.    (    he’s  too  faint  to  be  a  real  person,  he’s  dead  and  sad,  he  just  has  to  be.    )    and  carrie  almost  walked  right  past  him,  but  something  stopped  her.    the  way  he’s  looking  at  her  wrist  is  a  telltale  sign  she’s  seen  all  her  life  that  somebody’s  just  met  their  world.    except  there’s  nobody  else  here,  nobody  to  rush  into  his  arms  with  a  grin  and  a  ‘i  finally  found  you!’.    it’s  just  her  and  him  and-  wait.  god,  she  almost  screams,  her  wrist  has  stopped  ticking,  finally.  it’s  cold  and  dark  but  it  stopped  at  00:00:00.    carrie  knows  that  she  should  be  happy,  but  he’s  dead.    of  course  her  soulmate  is  fucking  dead.    that  doesn’t  stop  her  from  snatching  up  his  wrist,    (    why  can  she  touch  him?  why  can  she  fucking  touch  him?    )    turning  it  so  she  can  see,  and  he  has  four  00:00:00s,  two  dark,  and  two  bright,  blinding  red.    all  of  them  are  stopped,  but  all  she’s  thinking  about  is  how  lucky  he  is,  to  have  four.  she  only  has  one  and  it’s  him,  a  dumb  ghost  boy  that’s  crying  on  the  side  of  the  road.

              carrie  pulls  him  up  so  he’s  standing,  changing  her  grip  from  his  wrist  to  his  hand,  and  that’s  when  she  finally  meets  his  eyes.    this  boy  is  julie’s,  and  he  has  two  other  soulmates  besides  her  former  friend.    but  he’s  also  carrie’s,  so  she  has  to  take  care  of  him.  she  tugs  him  in  the  direction  opposite  of  where  she  was  headed,  features  neutral.    “    c’mon,  i  know  a  good  crying  spot.    ”

#long / #parent death / #who wrote this??????????? #WHO WROTE THIS FR IT WASNT ME #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ carrie ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i’m gonna stay as long as it lasts.

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Q.      WHY DO YOU HUNT MONSTERS? A.       BECAUSE IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

FOR:           APPLE WHITE.

                                              you  are  a  friend-shaped  ball  of  light  and  you  glow  and  you  absorb  your  friends'  wounds  because    OF  COURSE  YOU  WOULD!  OF  COURSE  YOU  WOULD!  IF  YOU  CAN  HELP,  THEN  YOU  SHOULD!    it  couldn't  be  simpler!  and,  sure,  maybe  it's  starting  to  look  like  literally  every  aspect  of  everything  you've  ever  known  is  corrupt  --    maybe  it's  rotten  all  the  way  down    --  but  you  refuse  to  become  jaded.  unceasing,  blinding  optimism  is  the  strongest  weapon  you  have.  you  believe  that  much.  because,  really,  the  monsters  only  win  when  you  succumb  to  darkness,  despair,  anger,  fear.  they  feed  off  those  things.  off  of  panic.    IF  YOU  ARE  THERE  FOR  YOUR  FRIENDS,  IF  YOU  ARE  THERE  FOR  ANYONE  WHO  NEEDS  YOU,  YOU  KNOW  THAT  EVERYTHING  WILL  WORK  OUT  IN  THE  END,  BECAUSE  IT'S  GOT  TO,  IT'S  SIMPLY  GOT  TO    and  so  that's  what's  going  to  happen.  you  fight  monsters  because  it's  the  right  thing  to  do.  you  believe  that  anyone  would  do  the  same  thing,  in  your  position  --  it's  just,  you  don't  seem  to  realize  that  not  everyone  is  like  you.

#because it's the right thing to do. #is such an apple thing oh my god #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter?

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the link it breaks, the darkness creeps, but what will grin where all shall weep?

#this is the second time she gets cursed too #poor one out for apple white <3 #also give me things when shes cursed and mean./.................. #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ apple ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ what am i doing here in this endless winter?

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“The world is a curse it’ll kill if you let it, I know they got pills that can help you forget it”

— K.Flay - High Enough

#drugs / #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ lola ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ i couldn’t open my eyes. not yet‚ i told myself‚ just not yet. #ha :)

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#doing stupid shit hold please #wild hunt oc tbt.