La Vie Et Moi

Hopeless romantic in love with everything I see.

[klennnik]

The Oscar nominee for best actor Timothee Chalamet, Call Me By Your Name

[jaxtellrs]

[sunbathe]

[theliteraryjournals]

You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451(via theliteraryjournals)

[worshipgifs]

[imjust-a-girl]

[skankhead]

[assorted-aesthetics]

Marauders Era Aesthetic

[shoutyourporpoise]

Thinking about compulsory heterosexuality as it applies to wlw is so interesting to me because women’s heterosexuality is built on so much more than just “you must be attracted to men” because it’s often really tightly bound up with “you must be attractive to men.” And the thing is that those two things are so closely associated that they kind of become interchangeable with one another?

It’s why women who don’t put in the work needed to meet heteronormative standards of beauty are called lesbians and it’s also why some lesbians are told they’re too pretty to be lesbians because it’s assumed that if you are attractive to men then you must seek out that attraction because you like them and vice versa.

But the need to look pretty (for men, it’s implied) is reinforced on so many other levels besides that; like men will dismiss your opinions by saying you’re probably not attractive, you learn how to do makeup from this super early age, you’re told that you wont get a job unless you show up to the interview emulating a really specific type of femininity.

And eventually this becomes so automatic that you don’t even know that you’re doing it; for a long time I would meet a guy and immediately wonder if he liked my hair or if my makeup looked too overdone or if my shirt was too tight. And because attraction and a desire to be attractive were so linked in my head, I just assumed for a long time that I was more attracted to men and attracted to a lot more of them than I am. Because if I was worried about how I looked around them that must mean I was attracted to them, right?

It’s taken me a really long time to sort through that impulse, and I still reflexively do it when I meet some guys. This isn’t because I find them attractive; it’s just that I’ve grown up in a society that’s told me over and over and over again that my worth is measured in my appeal to men.

[musesmuses]

“Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.”

Unknown (via wordpornblog)

[larmoyante]

I can’t think of anything but nights with you.

Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via ugh)

[itsthewaitingunknown]

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via itsthewaitingunknown)

[digimonscreengrabs]

This movie is my anti-drug

Digimon the Movie

[inivyandintwine]

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

Melissa Cox - Inivyandintwine. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[socionom]

[amelancholicrhapsody]

would you mind if i still love you? would you mind if things don’t last? would you mind if i hold on to you so that i don’t crash?

[yogawithmayon]

Being different isn’t a bad thing. It means you’re brave enough to be yourself.