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               ERA AESTHETICS                ↳ The Fifties, North America. 1950 - 1959

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im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.

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Guess what nerds? It’s International Women’s Day!

I am in awe everyday at all of these amazing female muses! It’s really isn’t easy, but you all flourish tbh. These are all the lady muses in no particular order that I love

@obsessional-ram @calledkisa @harlykinns @swynford-de-beaufort @svetllaya @wallpapcrglistcns @wildhearted @wriitersblock @aluminummonster @mxdam @culebraqueen @taste-likedeath @roselioncourt @frvmchi @junkiewhcre @apocalyptiiic @honeylimbed @benu-ka 

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        “YOU SHOULDN’T BELIEVE anything those tabloids say——— it’s all rubbish, you know. Gossip columnists preying on the gullible like cheetahs on a gazelle.” Safeguarding of himself he was quite. 

              “& i’m NOT crossing the line, because I’m not a nutso.”

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❝ ғ ɪ ɴ ᴇ.  I believe  that you’re  not  a nut,   but I refuse to give up on my magazines.   Reading is good for you, ya know. Even   if you're only reading ʟɪᴇs.❞

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                   standing closely by the DOOR with a hand around the knob–– it’s a FIRM grip, like he’s suspecting the child to willingly leave again any second. it was b r a v e of a little girl to step right inside a stranger’s home, if not a bit dangerous, that is. lawrence would loosen the grip around the handle when she proceeded in further. 

                  ‘ sure we can call your step-dad to let him know. absolutely. ‘       the doctor l i m p e d away at that, coming back moments later with the CELL in his palm. giving the small device to the girl.       ‘ i’m sure you can call him yourself. ‘

             ‘i’m sure you’re right’ taking the phone with a smile that didn’t belong on the face of a girl her age, lo quickly dialed a number, turning her body slightly to give the conversation some semblance of faux privacy. 

            after what felt like one hundred “ok”’s and fifty promises to be home soon, lo finally managed to end the conversation, handing the phone back to its rightful owner.

                with that out of the way, dolores took a moment to scan the room. not looking for anything specific, but hoping that sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ would catch her eye, something that would show itself as a form of entertainment. if she had to spend one more boring day doing ɴ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ, she would actually sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ.

                 ‘is your daughter gonna be home soon, or will she be with her mom ᴀʟʟ day?’

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When you hear ‘subprime’, think ‘shit’. Now fuck off.

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Margot Robbie/Toronto/Aug 8th

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ʙᴏʙʙʏ

he looks away as she goes to sign name, and a message though he keeps talking, “ah parents always go to do that…i think you’ll be R E A L big–bigger than ann margaret” a N A M E he only knows because of all those ELVIS movies he’s watched. blue hues return to paper as a S M A L L laugh falls from lips and corners of mouth upturn as dimples  flash her way. “you like me hair don’ you?” as shoulders shake with laughter. “usually A D U L T S think i look like some ruffian–BUT little do they know i’m a lover not a fighter—” as paper is CAREFULLY tucked away into journal. he WANTS to hold onto that paper. likes the way she signs her name. maybe ONE day the’ll run into one another, and he can SHOW her that he’s held onto it…that she’s S P E C I A L. though tables are turned as the red head asks HIM to sign something and DOLLS out a question. 

“hmm alright…” as journal is reached for an a piece of P A P E R is ripped out. “make sure you hold onto it alright? because WHEN we meet up i’ll ask you if you got it–” another smile flashed as large hands go to write out a S L O P P Y ‘Robert Plant’ the ‘R’ and ‘P’ resembling some long lost fancy cursive. if he could he’d write it in elvish language. Y E S he likes to study up on tolkien and manages to think that he’s PART of that world. “i wanna sing because i think i’ve got somethin’ to say y’know?–words that can’t be BOTTLED up…plus–” as he finishes and hands paper off to her, “i wanna make music that people REMEMBER for ages”               piece of paper SAYS; “to miss Lo…next time you we meet we’ll be                                                    big stars--the brightest stars”                                                           –yours,                                                                        Robert Plant. 

❛ you gonna stick with ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ? ❜ Bobby was the way to go, lo thought to herself,  it was far more memorable than Robert Plant.

as lo looked down at her own, for lack of a better word, souvenir, and listened to the older boy speak, she couldn’t help but to feel a pulse of excitement. her own future was up in the air, she could tell herself things would turn out for the better, but that was all just wishful thinking. it would be different for him though, and she knew it. he may have been clueless about aliens, but he would change the world one day. 

knowing full well that her own thought process was getting annoyingly sappy, lo carefully placed her autographed piece of paper in-between the pages of her magazine, hoping that would keep it safe until she got back home.

❛ it is ruffian-esque.❜ she said, bringing their conversation, and her mood, back to the more lighthearted topic of hair. ❛ but in a good way. you’re like a golden retriever...or a daisy.❜

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     He leaned forwards on his elbows, looking  over at the girl’s almost      disheartened expression as he mention that he’d soon  be  leaving      the area. Still he’d at least be around for a few more days while  the      band played three nights in a row at the same venue, plus  taking a      day or two  off  afterwards. That was definitely a  PLUS  of being in      one of the world’s most popular bands —even THOUGH they were      playing a show almost every night, it wasn’t  necessary  in  another       city…which meant one fewer plane ride.

                                              ❝After here…❞

     His soft accent trailed off into nothing as a hand went to his chin as      he ran through the  busy  tour schedule in his head. There  were SO      many dates  to keep track of, he could hardly keep them all straight.      But THAT’S what tour managers were for.

                    ❝Uh after here I’m off to California, so perhaps                     better to some. My  uh…my  band’s  playing  a                     couple shows in Inglewood. ‘n how ‘bout  you,                     love? Are you from  'round this place or, well…                     e l s e w h e r e ?❞

    Better to everyone, she thought. In Lo’s mind, California was just     about as good as things could get.  She would  make it there one     day,  there  was no  doubt in  her mind.  It was just  taking  longer      than she had expected.

              ❝I’m from elsewhere. Way elsewhere, up in New Hampshire.❞

    A story which she  sᴜʀᴇʟʏ could have  stretched out, picking up her     side of the   conversational  weight.    But,  going  by  what  he  had      already said, whatever she had to say would be ғᴀʀ less interesting.

                   ❝You have a band?!  Like a real one?  What are                     you guys called? And what’s ʏᴏᴜʀ name, while                    we’re at it? I’m Lo.❞

    She was almost hoping that they, whatever his band was called,      weren’t very well known.  At least that would give her an excuse      for not knowing who he was.

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I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy You think you’re smarter than me With all your bad poetry Fuck all your ABC’s, alphabet boy - Alphabet boy by Melanie Martinez

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  “Hey Lo?” Daisy’s twirled around between finger and thumb as she speaks. “You ever kissed a girl before?”

  A small grin appears on lollypop-stained lips as the girl laughs at the question. The suddenness of it had caught her off guard, but the question itself? Not so much.                                                   “Nope. Have you?”