KATIE HOLMES as JOEY POTTER Dawson's Creek - Pilot (1x01)
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@intomywilds
KATIE HOLMES as JOEY POTTER Dawson's Creek - Pilot (1x01)
It’s not until I get to the end of the album that it hits me. This is the first time ever I haven’t heard Taylor Swift wonder if she’s enough. Not on a single song. She’s not dreaming of running away, hatching escape plans or making herself small. Twisting herself into knots, worried about being seen not as something shiny and new but as a woman, when the lights go down. She isn’t worried about news cycles or legacy or ageing out. She knows who she is – the motherfucking showgirl. And there’ll never be another like her. Besides, she’s not going anywhere.
An extract from my review of The Life of A Showgirl that I'm really fucking proud of and hope you all read and share with every Taylor fan in your life x
moodboard: pacey witter + joey potter (for @maya-matlin)
“six months ago, you were wearing that uh, blue sweater with the snowflakes that you have. you were walking down the hallways at school; i was annoying you, as per usual. you said 'look, pacey, i just found my mother’s bracelet this morning, so why don’t you cut me some slack?'’” “you remember that?” “i remember everything.”
• três graças (novela)
"eu tô te devendo uma noite inteira" 🤔🏳️🌈🤨🛏️??
• três graças (novela)
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Pedido de casamento 2.0?
Não me sobraram palavras. A disposição escorreu de mim como luz que abandona a lâmpada. E o que resta é a hierarquia do silêncio — soberano, não como ausência, mas como estrutura — sustentando todas as outras faltas.
Nebulento.