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metamorphesque · 23 hours ago
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— clair de lune, tathève simonyan         
[text ID: i want a “waking up naked under dusty pink silky sheets” scene: / sunlights of hair cascading over the ivory of my back / untethered strands connecting beauty marks / my own constellation of starlight / and as the morning light sashays in / through the cracks / of this chain of blinds / and as this body of mine / welcomes in blues and yellows / there’s a sense of promise / dancing in the air / that’s not going anywhere. / i want a scene of / hands reaching for a door / not for a cover / for in this particular scene / there’s a body that wants to have me in it / and an i who wants to be in this body / i want this symbiotic bliss / this harmonious coexistence / of two opposing forces / reaching for the same door. / [i want debussy playing in the background] / hands reaching for a cup, hands boiling water, hands adding / a spoonful of coffee / hands never burning / hands running through hair / like wild horses / blindly unbounded / like leaves / succumbing to the breath of the wind / but in a good way / because succumbing oneself / doesn’t have to end with a death / not always / at least not when you can hear / clair de lune / softly whispering from the living room. / i want scenes with hands: / hands all over / all the time / hands that love / without a reason and with (one) / because it’s spring / because it’s no longer spring / because they are hands and that’s what they were made to do / because debussy is playing / and what else can one do / but love / unabashedly / with van gogh yellows / and picasso blues / and monet violets / and / i want a scene where / my name is no longer an unintended apology / but a silent promise / like the morning light / dancing in the air / painting its blue hues / yellow in its blues. / i want a scene where / my existence is a reason / and not an afterthought. / i want a scene of me not wanting any of these. / scenes of me naked under dusty pink silky sheets / waiting for the morning light / and knowing that it will come.]
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ell-hs · 2 days ago
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if you're watching me, do you want me to feel warmth?
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// take me to church, hozier / judas' kiss - robert schoeller / @ell-hs / the last days of judas iscariot - stephen adly / the penitent magdalen, georges de la tour //
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moondusttown · 2 days ago
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esotericswiftie · 16 hours ago
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1. lolita, vladmir nabokov / 2, 10. cardigan, taylor swift / 3. @fionaapplearthistory (love’s shadow, frederick sandys + paper bag, fiona apple) / 4, 7. never is a promise, fiona apple / 6. all too well (ten minute version) music video, taylor swift / 8. slow like honey, fiona apple / 9. the virgin suicides, sofia coppola
i find it so funny when men underestimate my intelligence simply because i’m a teenage girl.…little do they know that i’m smart not in spite of being a girl, but rather because of it. years before the boys have to, society forces us girls to analyze and introspect on our existences in a world that both hates and fetishizes us. we have to grow up fast, we have to look critically at anything and everything — otherwise we wouldn’t survive.
girls are so much more insightful and wise and self-aware than men could ever imagine. they just can’t understand us, and that’s why they hate us, mock us, belittle our passions and ideas. they fear us and *our* big secret — what we know that they can’t.
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matchabambi444 · 5 hours ago
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madison beer represents modern day girlhood so well
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sleep222dream · 4 hours ago
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when i die make all my playlists into mixtapes & put me in a purple coffin and play mazzy star at my funeral ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
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poisongorl · 4 hours ago
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I'm so scared to become like my mother to people I love.
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nobodylikeu · 15 hours ago
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idk if i'm remembering this right but there was this thing that i read here on tumblr about a daughter coming to her mother for the holidays? but she doesn't want to be there, but she goes. she ends up being reminded of all the reason she doesnt want to be there in the first place. if anyone can help me find it it'd be really appreciated T_T idk how to tag this....
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sid-ney7 · a day ago
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🛥🌞✨🧘‍♀️
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kinderfairy · 2 days ago
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painting my nails and watching gossip girl… i love being a woman
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whydoyouexpectmetoknow · 2 days ago
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k0r1nn4 · 4 days ago
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"(...)no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed."
'Addendum II To No Baptism' from Life of the Party | Olivia Gatwood
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girlhoodsgarden · 5 days ago
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B
I’m sorry you got caught in my web,
But also I miss it,
I saw we’re both with someone new,
And I swear I’m truly so happy for you,
You were special,
I adore you still,
I think of you every time I hear night shift,
And I always crack a smile,
It wasn’t love,
Not romantic for us,
My sisters birthday was the day before mine,
I need April 24th to myself,
I’m selfish; cruel in my silence,
Because I can hold silence like a knife,
I’m sorry I rushed it but I just needed to know someone could want me gently,
And you did,
And I understood when you broke up with me
Even though it was over text in the middle of my work day.
Fair.
I still have the little blue box you gave me sitting in my room,
I love it,
It wasn’t love but it was what the spring brought me,
And that was so wonderful,
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You’re thirteen and strange and you’re feeling anger spill into you for the first time — feeling it bite the edges of your vision a gruesome red.
I know the way guilt floods through you. I know you’re afraid to show anything but that practiced grin that slicks your mouth like a knife.
It’s okay, you’re going to learn to accept the rage; to greet it on even ground and carry it in your gut, pulsating and spectacular.
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cigarroblack · 6 days ago
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sid-ney7 · 4 days ago
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Professor… 📚🖋
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doveyprincess · 7 days ago
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