Melancholy Baby

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 https://www.instagram.com/helena.anezkaa?igsh=M2RmbnR1ZGQ ♡

[melancholiaababy]

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 🎀

[melancholiaababy]

𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨

🐇🍬🩹

[melancholiaababy]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰—𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

[babydoll-4444]

[bandagedthoughtsblog]

[rip2ouryouth]

✶⋆.˚

going back to our roots

[pollywolly21]

don’t mention a job to me, getting married, having kids, or being an adult to me.

[sugarboulevard]

never getting over this show actually

[melancholiaababy]

𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝑰𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒐.

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍-𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆. ☁️🪞

[archivesdeverneuil]

louise verneuil by zackery michael

[archivesdeverneuil]

L’absence. Toi qui  aimait la mer, les balcons,  l’odeur du café, le son de ma voix et qui te cachait les yeux non pas pour pleurer mais pour rire. Toi, qui ne me quitte  jamais vraiment.  Qui m’embrasse la joue  les matins et les soirs, que  j’aperçois au coin des rues, que  j’essaie de deviner dans  chaque accolade et conseil avisé.  Toi que je m’emploie  à ne jamais décevoir, à admirer ta beauté.  Toi, seulement qui  m’a appris l’amour et à été la seule à apprivoiser ma tendresse.

[archivesdeverneuil]

désert - louise verneuil (2019)

[archivesdeverneuil]

iamlouiseverneuil Wild Wild West.

[archivesdeverneuil]

je fais le rêve de fen êtres en été (x)

[archivesdeverneuil]

iamlouiseverneuil’s instagram story / august 20th, 2022

[melancholiaababy]

Benzodiazepine

Finally back in your safe, warm embrace. You make the chaos, the anxiety, the frustration disappear. We will fly together again, even though the wings you once lent me are denied to me now. And so I join myself to you in secret, my forbidden fruit of indifference, my synthetic Romeo, my absolution, my opium communion wafer, my 2.5-milligram angel of redemption— benzodiazepine. Never have I loved so faithfully as I love you. So I dance with you around the room while Fleetwood Mac play Dreams. Like two inseparable lovers. Star-crossed lovers. Because of you, I feel weightless, and every tremor of the melody reaches me so softly, yet every note touches the very core of my divided soul, which is finally freed from the chaos beyond my bedroom window. I love you. I love you with a love denied, with a forbidden love. Yet it always finds its own way back to me, and we finally merge into one. And I am whole again.

[lizzzyruth]

i hate customers with a burning white hot everlasting passion