me whenever women do the most horrific, ungodly actions to get their revenge: she did what she had to do.
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me whenever women do the most horrific, ungodly actions to get their revenge: she did what she had to do.
It’s insane how I cannot publish any creative content.
It drives me insane.
No matter how pep talk I can give myself.
Even if I’m just second away from posting it.
It takes a hold of me.
The fear of being ridiculed.
The fear of failure.
The fear of doing this all for nothing.
My moms voice echoing around, haunting me.
I’m sick of myself not being able to fully being myself.
I spend countless of hours in the library writing my story.
I realize if I don’t stop letting me get to me.
I’ll never be happy.
Bro I just had to change my name on here bc my roommate wants to find this and I rather just not get admitted.
sometimes i forget people exist when i don't see them for a while
today i found myself thinking about this strange phenomenon that occurs in my head sometimes. when i don't see a person for some time, they stop existing for me. not in a "they died" way, but rather in a "this is not a real person". for example, when i don't see my bf for a while i stop thinking about him like a real person. to me, he becomes a mere concept. i rarely think about people as people. it's strange.
“And because you’re you, you don’t stop there…” Promising Young Woman | Gone Girl | Mean Girls
Female rage
It’s like wondering if you’ll be noticed and not wanting to be looked at - at the same time. ‘Will they ever realize?’ I wonder. 'Please don’t try to.’ I beg. I remember the lump in my throat from when I was a child. It wanted to be louder. To be listened to and smiled at. And then when I grew into my teen years it wanted to be liked. To be fantasized over and kissed. Now here I am - young and yet withered so far… And I don’t know if I want to be perceived at all.
I stuff soap in my mouth and watch my skin lie to me every morning and I forget what time is… I cling to my braids and disappear as I walk.
- Dracona-Azar Infernalis
election (1999), dir. alexander payne ft. reese witherspoon and matthew broderick
confession: i love tracy flick. i love that she fights back. i love that she’s not afraid to be a bitch. i love that she drags these predatory men. i love how much she pisses off male viewers.
but above all, i love that i can see myself in her, that her trauma with men (the predatory relationship she had with her teacher) made her ANGRY and DETERMINED instead of *just* depressed and self-destructive. i want more of this, more representation of girls like me whose trauma also manifests itself as rage.
i feel like we rarely see this in media in realistic, non-fantastical scenarios. either we get a “reviving ophelia” turning the pain inwards type response, or the female rage is supernatural (jennifer’s body, carrie) or literally just insane (gone girl, midsommar). i wanna see more angry and hateful but ordinary girls lashing out against disgusting men.
i just realize that im not a girlboss im just fcking deranged and hysterical.
"and maybe i was just a girl, interrupted"
Female rage
Judith Beheading Holofernes by Caravaggio/Medea by Euripides/Medusa with the Head of Perseus by Luciano Garbati/Circe by Madeline Miller/Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses by John William Waterhouse/Unknown/Timoclea Killing Her Rapist by Elisabetta Sirani/Circe by Madeline Miller/Judith Beheading Holofernes by Caravaggio/Unknown
I used to think about older men, even before Lesley. I had an imaginary sugar daddy; I had affairs in my head with actors and musicians thrice my age; I had intentional and prolonged eye-contact withy dad's friends. Whether I'm in control or losing it, I've always had a power thing, I think.
- Boy parts by Eliza Clark
I will never stfu abt this book I'm OBSESSED
There's something so horrifying and putrid about my feminimity. Everytime I lean into it, I become a God. I can't just be pretty, I want to fuck, destroy, possess, be the center of attention, be the best. I want to cut others down with my tongue, persuade with my breasts, and lather myself in blood to soften my skin. I want to take a knife and pull myself apart at the seams, like a cheap pair of stockings yanking each vein out like a loose thread. I've never understood how to be feminine so every attempt I make is monstrous, bitter, jealous of the girls who are naturally petite and gorgeous, while I am just a fucking abomination of sweaty makeup, desire, and rage. I have no fucking clue who I am, and I am holding a lighter up to the wax of myself trying to reshape myself into something pretty and quaint. Instead I am just fleshy and pink, writhing and seething.
-H.R.
Theyre jsut like me fr
girls after saying “it’s okay i don’t mind”
on not wanting to be lonely anymore but not knowing how not to be
sense 8// the archer, taylor swift// normal people, sally rooney//left alone, fiona apple//skins uk//