if you're watching me, do you want me to feel warmth?
// 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 //
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.
when i die make all my playlists into mixtapes & put me in a purple coffin and play mazzy star at my funeral ❤️🩹❤️🩹
I'm so scared to become like my mother to people I love.
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....
painting my nails and watching gossip girl… i love being a woman
"(...)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
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.
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,
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.