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Trying to be truthful with myself

[aumonique]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)

[phenomena0]

[portkeytoheaven]

[honeywine0]

[honeywine0]

[20she]

(Pinterest pic)

[lamignonette]

[aaaangel444]

[won-der-land89]

[20she]

I just started watching the summer i turned pretty, I get it now. the most angelic face.

[thatonekimgirl]

DON'T BE WITH HIM. DON'T MARRY HIM. BE WITH ME.

[20she]

Okay, so #Chrisbriney is heavenly pretty

[novaespera]

Weary soul.

[aseaofquotes]

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[queenofdisqster]

[20she]

You made me think

Like I have less and less to offer.

You made me believe

I am a body that you own.

And I belong to your commands,

As you speak as an Absolute

Dignified; your speech,

Yet gentle and profoundly,

You keep me underneath your paws,

Making me kindly

Sit and smile.

Thus far I see you on the throne.

I can feel how your hair flows down,

But I cough on them,

as they stuck on my throat.

I see you as a king, or a chosen prince

On this one brown majestic horse.

Your posture fine and handsome,

Your delightful laugh,

echos in the neighbour valleys.

You’re exquisite and oh-so charming.

I have never had such sweet chitchat

Like with yours.

I have never felt so little,

Am I Alice in the Wonderland or is it worse?

I’ve never met a Hatter here,

And I missed the bunny.

I only ate from your silver plate

To let the poison taste like honey.

Where did I come from?

I forgot my road back.

And there’s no pill to get bigger

And I can’t fit through the door to your Nightmare Wonderland.

[let-me-down-gently]

Belle de Jour (Luis Buñuel, 1967)