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Wtf is hook up culture? write me poems then die in a war
Brigitte Bardot in a nearly empty Paris movie theatre. Circa 1960.
oh yeah it’s this dumb bitch’s birthday tomorrow<3
@czesarevich - from here
“What could it be? What on Earth do you think?” She tosses herself bodily into the nearest sofa, looking at him with pitiful eyes. “Boredom, my sweet, the root of all evil. What else? Aren’t you going to do something about it?”
aline weber in a single man (2009) dir. tom ford
Isabelle Huppert as Alphonsine Plessis in film The Lady of the Camellias (1981)
CÉCILE AUBRY MANON (Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1949)
sex+romance headcanons!
Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.
🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
My friends, my dearest friends. Your discretion is truly touching, not wanting to overwhelm me with well wishes and gifts and allowing me to enjoy my birthday in peace...it can get overwhelming, truly, being so adored. But I am ready to accept your affections, now that I have had time to sort through all of my various other circles showering me in their praises.
czesarevich:
[ Oh no. Oh no. ]
Th…that was a different time, wasn’t it? I was very young and I had a head full of silly ideas– [ He pauses. ] I mean, silly in that they were– yes, I suppose it was all very pitiful. Marriage doesn’t ever seem to– to work, for us, not us as in you and I specifically, you now what I mean, uh– I just. You don’t want to be married and that’s alright.
B-but! My feelings are still the same. You are still my moon and sun. And my stars. You forgot to mention the stars. Heh.
[She gives him a wistful sigh, patting his cheek affectionately.] Petit lapin...there is no poetry in fulfillment. Married men make terrible artists and even worse party guests...if I married you I wouldn’t be able to stand you.
[She at least gives him a few lingering pecks on the lips, as a consolation.] You know that I adore you, no? The sun doesn’t need to say vows to the moon.
…Why are we talking about marriage, exactly? Is there a wedding going on that I wasn’t invited to or something? This sort of thing never works out for us.
Oh, is that so? [She has a terrible, knowing smirk on her face.] Those letters you used to send me would disagree... ‘my darling, my light, my moon and sun, I would be desolate if you do not marry me tomorrow.’
All very pitiful, really, I thought it was the most charming thing. A new one to read every week, if I remember. You used to be such a romantic...
czesarevich:
Right now? I’m not quite ready to sleep just yet, I’m afraid.
[ He’s purposely playing coy at this point because honestly it’s just part of this weird game they’ve been playing for the past two centuries. ]
Although, I suppose it would be nice to lie down. My head is starting to ache a bit. It’s the humidity, you know, like I said.
[A noise of disapproval escapes from the back of her throat.]
Yes, lying down. I suppose that was part of what I had in mind. I’m sure it will help you take your mind off the humidity, too.
Unless you’re trying to tell me you’re not interested....
czesarevich:
[ He kind of notices this, but he’s smart enough not to say anything. ]
It’s, you know, I think– I think it’s the weather, when it gets humid like this, I start feeling just dreadful.
[ He leans over to cup her face in his hands. ]
But–but of course I have time for you. I would give you an eternity, if you asked for it. [ Ahem. ] I, uh. Well! If you…err…if there’s something that you…had in mind, all you need do is, uh. Tell me.
[She nuzzles his hand with her cheek, making sure to pout for extra effect.]
My bed has been so lonely lately, you know. Shouldn’t you be doing something to remedy that?
@czesarevich
[She ignores the bit about being ‘official.’]
Mon petit lapin, surely you aren’t feeling so little like yourself that you can’t give me some of your time? It’s been too long since we’ve...done anything.
Daphne Groeneveld by Ferry van der Nat for Numéro Netherlands #1
aux-armes-citoyens:
Oh, it would simply leave a hole in my heart the size of Île-de-France. [He pinches one of her cheeks, mockingly sarcastic.]
I have not been without a beard since the forties, why do you think I would change that now? Mutton chops are fortunately something that I will keep in the past, thank you very much.
[She’s visibly dissatisfied with this reaction, but she decides against saying anything for now. Instead she looks him up and down, pursing her lips.]
Yes, yes. I have absolutely no cause to doubt you or your taste.
aux-armes-citoyens:
[He throws his hands up and rolls his eyes at her dramatics as the book tumbles down onto the couch beside him.]
I suppose it is time for you to go as well then, hm? If life is unbearable with him. [She only gets a dignified “hmph” at the comment about his moustache.]
I could never! How selfish it would be of me to deprive you of my presence in your life. Think how empty it would be. [She breathes a heavy sigh.] I suppose I shall have to soldier on for the sake of those who adore me...and to ensure that you don’t suddenly decide on a pair of mutton chops to go with your antique facial hair.