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[curlsncutegirls]

Cleaned out my fridge today

Rotten fruit, forgotten vegetables, all selflessly sacrificed for my “on the go” lifestyle of trying to make someone see me

Expiration dates more than past due, just like me. Constantly waiting for their final warning before they are dropped in the trash

Living out of a suitcase for 2 years just to not matter at all

Constantly looking in the mirror, and not recognizing who is looking back because I think that girl is happy. She looks happy, she looks like people SEE

But that’s not the case, maybe year three

Never did finish that bottle of champagne

Poured right down the drain

- maybe the extra 40 mg will kick in soon. // 03.15.26 11:04pm (LB)

[wintercorrybriea]

1xblue

[bobbole]

Dilara Findikoglu, Rotten cherry dress

[ether--net]

[stukko]

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[nymphofrubies]

Details of Dilara Findikoglu's ss26 collection

[humanoidhistory]

Warsaw, Poland, 1986: "The 'Lipsk'-type building was, along with 'Berlin,' a popular system of prefabricated elements imported to Poland from East Germany in the 1970s. The buildings, featuring aluminium frames filled with tempered stained glass in vibrant colours, have been demolished due to dangerous asbestos content. This particular building was destroyed in 2013."

As seen in Modern Forms: A Subjective Atlas of 20th-Century Architecture by Nicolas Grospierre.

[dozydawn]

holly smart in the english national ballet’s alice in wonderland.

[curlsncutegirls]

little bird, little bird

He slipped through a shimmer of sky, not knowing it was a trap window, not knowing the air could lie.

The first room was silence, brown walls that remembered flight. He sang, and sang, but no one came, his voice singing with a slight decay

The second was thought. Lonely wires with blurry corners, a mind without heart, he circled the ceiling, searching for shape. Searching for anything.

In the third room, words clung like cobwebs. His wings brushed them and grew heavy. “I thought traps were only doors.”

The fourth was mirrors, constant reminders, and fears. Every surface said almost, every glimmer not yet, every reminder that he was beginning to forget the sky

The fifth room was memory, his world before glass. He rested there, inside the idea of open air. No where to go, no one to fear

When morning came, only a feather remained— a soft punctuation in the story of walls and wanting. He was never little.

-he just wanted to prove himself. // 10.17.25 11:53am (LB)

[kristina100000]

asked this girl to kiss one of her cigarettes for me but she also ended up kissing the packaging before she left my apt. Dear lord what is happening to me anymore

[incalescentheart]

[nevver]

Hopperville, Lynn Saville

[curlsncutegirls]

Consistently having to remind myself that every day I wake up, someone else's life is going to be directly influenced by me. My walk to grab coffee, smiling at strangers. My holding of the elevator door at work to wait for the lady in the nice trousers. Today she smiled back.

Existing in itself is such a mutual act of selflessness - wear your dignity high and enjoy the little things; those little things are small victories others are giving to you to assist you on your journey.

My quest is not over. How dare I allow someone to take me away from my duty to humanity, to make me feel worthless enough to forget to smile at the the man in his wheel chair, smoking a cigarette to start his day.

Truthfully, I needed a little push to remember that you do not matter to me.

-along with side quests, there are also wrong turns. // 9.18.25 9:37am (LB)

[designaddictmom]

[vintagehomecollection]

Abundant planting. The effect of the herbaceous planting on either side of this straight flight of steps is to give it a meandering line. This is an example of excellent grouping of plants to complement a structural feature.

The Garden Book, 1984

[sustancy]

[nevver]

Look through any window, Paloma Salgado Díaz