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I’m just a girl who loves mascara.
MONSTERS, INC (2001) dir. pete docter
JESSICA CHASTAIN by Greg Williams at the 95th Annual Academy Awards (March 12, 2023)
if i am ever a queen, i’ll make them love me. the queen in the north! the queen in the north! the queen in the north!
Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up”, you say, “Time to start another day”. Even he orders me around. Well, there’s one thing. They can’t order me to stop dreaming.
Milly Alcock for Behind The Blinds Magazine - September 2022
a e s t h e t i c s // Dear autumn
and all at once summer collapsed into fall. anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day. (insp)
wanda maximoff moodboard for @ronandreams
Efterår / Efteraar [ehf-terr-auh] Danish word for autumn, directly translates as ‘after-year’ or ‘late-year’.
Ana de Armas by David Roemer for Madame Figaro. Aug. 19, 2022
summertime, and the livin’s easy
I want to show how strong and smart women are. We go through so much. We need to see that on screen. Those female parts are not many, but they are out there, and I have to find some. I want that chance.
I’m not like you, all right? You say things and people listen. I’m not like that.
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.]
They don’t know that we know that they know!