⋆˚࿔ava𝜗𝜚˚⋆ @berryblueshortcake - Tumblr Blog

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my name is ava 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

favorite artists: Lana of course, fiona apple, deftones, alex g, elita, phoebe bridgers, courtney love, dominic fike, nirvana, alice in chains, earl sweatshirt, ethel cain, frank ocean, tyler the creator, have a nice life, jeff buckley, king krule, horse jumper of love, pixies, mitski, local h, mazzy star, mara argo, superheaven, odd future, radiohead, sohodolls, title fight, suki waterhouse, the smiths, elliot smith, the white stripes, pretty sick, and slowdive! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

favorite movies: black swan, gone girl, american psycho, the florida project, promising young woman, priscilla, every old barbie movie, mysterious skin, moonrise kingdom, the virgin suicides, ponyo, howls moving castle, jennifer’s body, fight club, the truman show, corpse bride, spirited away, palo alto, tinkerbell, marie antionette, thirteen, fantastic mr fox, pulp fiction, gingersnaps, pearl, hereditary, donnie darko, mid 90s, big time adolescence, heathers, girl interrupted, edward scissorhands, and coraline 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

artemis-melody

The way some men mock women who were raped or sexually assaulted simply because they are not conventionally attractive.... rape isn't about attraction, it's about violence. Animals get raped, veiled women get raped, dead bodies get raped. the only epidemic I see is a male lack of empathy epidemic. Women don't say these things when innocent men face sexual abuse.

can we bring back shaming age players yall are getting real out of hand 🫩🫩🫩🫩

wonderghostt

sleepyheadserialkiller

im just an average girl who loves lis and scott pilgrim т . т

thesweetiepienovels

Actually you don’t have to pick an aesthetic. I think picking an aesthetic kind of kills your creativity and individualism. No one was supposed to fit inside a mood board. Don’t turn art into a performance. Your expression is supposed to be messy, and felt, and you, not for the algorithm. Your expression is meant to be whatever you love, not altered to fit in.

sorrydetka

Cool Girl. men always use that, don’t they? as their defining compliment. she’s a Cool Girl. Cool Girl is hot. Cool Girl is game. Cool Girl is fun. Cool Girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrin, loving manner, and then presents her mouth for fucking. she likes what he likes. so evidently, he’s a vinyl hipster who loves fetish manga. if he likes girls gone wild, she’s a mall babe who talks football and endures buffalo wings at hooters. when i met nick dunne, i knew he wanted Cool Girl. and for him, i’ll admit, i was willing to try. i wax-stripped my pussy, raw. i drank canned beer, watching adam sandler movies. i ate cold pizza and remained a size 2. i blew him, semi-regularly. i lived in the moment. i. was fucking game. nick teased things out of me i didn’t know existed. a lightness, a humor, an ease. but i made him smarter, sharper. i inspired him to rise to my level. i forged the man of my dreams. we were happy pretending to be other people. we were the happiest couple we knew. and whats the point of being together if you’re not the happiest? but nick got lazy. he became someone i didn’t agree to marry. he actually expected me to love him unconditionally. then he dragged me—penniless— to the navel of this great country. and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier, Cool Girl. you think i’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. he doesn’t get to win.