vitti

she/her, film nerd 🎞️

[deadbyinsidee]

every night

[chaoticfruitcake]

give me secret romances between a mughal empress and her handmaid

give me a Mauryan princess falling in love with her father's favourite concubine

give me stolen kisses in the palace gardens between the king's favourite courtesan and his youngest wife

give me whispered endearments like gul, aashiq, and jaan

just give me southeast asian wlw romances

[mikarchive-deactivated20250714]

if your teenage years were really boring its just because god wants you to peak as a milf

[ashadeofocean]

I'M SCREAMING

[vigilmaker]

something about these pictures of jessica chastain having an emotional break on snl has some incredible fed-up lesbian vibes so here are some fed-up jesschas lesbian icons

like/reblog if you save!

[b-iconpearl]

i’ll make time for you.

[ashadeofocean]

hoy karleen! miss na kita! miss na miss na kita!

[umbrellanumber5-deactivated2021]

.

.

This.

This is why people who stay in my life are neurodiverse like me!

[fromjordyn]

By the time I actually experience mutual love/romance it’s going to send me into shock and fucking kill me

[tomfordvelvetorchid-deactivated]

I’m always slightly detached from myself and viewing myself in a voyeurist way so everything feels cinematic but I’m crazy and tired

[serendipitous-magic]

Is anyone else ever genuinely shocked when you find out you have an impact on someone’s life? A coworker can be like “I’ve missed seeing you” and I’m just like “???? you?? missed me????? My presence has an effect on your daily experience???? I affect things??? W h a t ? ? ?”

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[codename-adler]

… i just realized the very same week i reblogged this i got a call from the clinic to tell me they’ve found a therapist to accompany me and treat me for my mental illnesses!!! i’ve been waiting 2 years and now I finally have help!!

[winkingtwinklingthinkle]

Fingers crossed guys 🤞

[soft4youu]

my love language: making sure you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me.

[sapphoeresia]

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway.

Taylor Swift, The 1.

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me

[kabaks]

sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down

[l2g-deactivated20240513]

this is why this sappho fragment hits me so hard

[doomedvoyages]

[phantom-tail]

If this little book should see the light after its 100 years of entombment, I would like its readers to know that the author was a lover of her own sex and devoted the best years of her life in striving for the political equality and social and moral elevation of women.

“The Great Geysers of California” by Laura De Force Gordon, 1879, unearthed from a 100-year-old time capsule in San Francisco, 1979.

[levourdalak]

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time. Then all the world could see how in love we are.”

Gordon Bowsher to Gilbert Bradley, 1940s

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from “To The Lighthouse,” originally publ. c. 1927

[kxowledge]

“Am I just one of the people who think a different set of things important? Anyhow, why should I accept other people’s ideas? My own are just as likely to be right – right for me”

— Vita Sackville-West,  All Passion Spent

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1928