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“You’re an actress, right?”, ”All women are actresses, dear. I’m just clever enough to get paid for it.”
k.b. // murder mystery - netflix
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sarahmesstuff · 3 months
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Happy weekend guys💦
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.
For Women Who Are Difficult To Love, Warsan Shire
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misscrappy · 2 years
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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soracities · 24 days
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Fahmida Riaz, "A Woman is Laughing", trans. Ankita Saxena, pub. Modern Poetry in Translation [ID'd]
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inkskinned · 1 year
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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geniussloci · 1 year
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weusedtobegiants · 11 months
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you the garden and the grave,
Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things: Poems
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elizabugz · 27 days
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Little Red Riding Wolf - Jason Schneiderman / x / Black Iris - Leah Raeder / Gleinpir - Walton Ford / x / 940 Main Street - Erin Moran / Doctor Who s1e13 / Ghismomda With The Heart Of Guiscardo - Bernardino Mei / Friends Forever - Wayne McKenzie / The Beast - Frank Bidart
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embeccy · 2 months
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"I have found an endless comfort in hiding."
- Sarah Jean Alexander
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miukore · 2 years
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From 'Intimacy' by Hannah Cao
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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I should have murdered this, that murders me.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Three Women’
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poetrybyonur · 4 months
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Confidence is rooted in a genuine sense of self-worth that is not dependent on external validation. Sense of self refers to your perception of the collection of characteristics that define you. A woman who has a strong sense of self and self confidence, and isn’t ashamed to show it, is hugely attractive and elegant, in my opinion.
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luthienne · 1 year
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Rosanna Warren, from Go Forth: Poems; "Legende of Good Women: I. The Triumph of Death"
[Text ID: Dawn finds you kneeling on stone, calling // again the bleak God you believe / will answer you.]
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daintyprinc3ess444 · 5 months
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girlhood
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katherine-ophelia · 1 year
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You know when it’s raining heavily and you drive under a bridge? When it gets quiet for just a second, it seems as if everything stops? That’s how I felt when I was with you; my thoughts became sluggish and your warmth surrounded me — we were undeniably entangled.
i. Now that my bridge is gone, I’ve embraced my hurricane.
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