🌟 Stargirl 🌟

Spam account for posts that I love but don’t fit the niche aesthetic on sinezworld.

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[heaveninawildflower]

Perfume Bottle Case (Etui). 18th century. Possibly made in England.

Tortoiseshell with gold gilt.

Images and text information courtesy Philadelphia Museum of Art.

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[antpony]

I drew the animal

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[weepingwidar]

Elsa Rouy (British, 2000) - I Could Always Crack a Joke (2021)

[grundoonmgnx]

Tec, Untitled, 2022-23

Digital Collage

[toomanydesign]

• • Tec

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snoopy image of the day

[wilmasrainbow]

[leostargirl]

Life is not that complex. Life is just life and we are here and then we die. Its just that, but we can make life as meaningfull or as meaningless as we want thanks to the power of free will.

[leostargirl]

Life is picking up a dead bird off the sidewalk and putting it in a less populated place so they can rest peacefully

[goatsica]

[leostargirl]

Sometimes I feel like that lonely teenage girl again who wanted someone, anyone, to help her, to save her, to end her misery, to explain to her the wonders of the world and why she was here, to hear her out, to let her shout and kick and scream and cry without batting an eye, to give her a hug and a kiss in a genuinely loving way and tell her everything would be okay, to tell her to pursue her dreams and follow what made her heart happy, to show her how to function in society without fear of the unknown, to show her what friendship was without jealousy and show her how to hold her head up high and lift the heads of those around her, to tell her “Remember who you are despite the voices of those around you clouding your judgment”, the voices that wanted to morph her like a slab of clay into whatever shape deemed acceptable that day, to remind her how intelligent she was and to remind her to use that intelligence for good and to listen to that feeling in her heart, not the anxious one that jabbed fear into her veins, but the one that assured her what she was feeling was okay, the one that told her to say no and to simply walk away.

Sometimes I feel like that lonely teenage girl who thought maybe if she slept with enough people, the feeling of being used would slowly fade away, and she’d get used to only being desired for her body and her face. The one that thought it was normal to be hypersexualized and only be given attention in small amounts, the one that wanted to seduce to feel important. maybe one day she wouldn’t care, not an ounce.

But every time I feel this way I remember the feeling of dismay and the feeling of hopelessness she felt and i remind myself that though nostalgia runs through me as she tries to reel me in, she was a monster who wanted to take anyone she crossed paths with, with her. Her feelings flowed through her veins and out at the world in utter chaos, hoping that at least one person would feel the pain, and applauding if who felt them were many. She was rotten by the choices she made that left her scorned and out for revenge.

I remember how trapped she was in her mind, the tiny little cage that left her blind. I may still be stuck up here to this day but at least now I can soar and love and play. The ignorant things I was raised to believe no longer keep me up and praying to a false thief. A Thief of my childhood, a thief of my youth, the man who tried to keep me trapped and under his roof. Now I am not afraid to admit with my chest.

That God is not real but I still am blessed

[leostargirl]

MUSHROOM GIRL

[leostargirl]

Sky looked so fucking beautiful yesterday as the sun set