Michelle's Motel

Michelle 4teen 

[michelles-motel]

hello! My name is Michelle and I really want some more friends so here is some stuff about me:

i live in California

I’m fourteen

i really love the coquette aesthetic a lot because I used to be ashamed of being feminine so I want to embrace my femininity more <3

I love listening to music like Melanie Martinez, billie Eilish, The Weeknd, Tyler the creator, Doja cat, and Lana Del Rey!

I like reading poetry and writing my own poetry, reading recommendations are always appreciated!!

i love Sailor Moon so much! I want to watch Death Note too but I haven’t gotten around to it yet!

I identify as lesbian, so please leave if you have a problem with that :)

please dm me on here or my Instagram @michellieoakss <3

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i want u

[88winchestr]

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I suppose i love my scars because they have stayed with me  longer than most people have.

Nikita Gill

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i wish to fall in love one day. 

[coquetteclub-deactivated2022030]

[cherrycolalxol]

ও 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 ও

[obliviats]

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[ivyangell]

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — 

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#coquette #dollette #coquettegirl #lizzygrant #lanadelrey #bunny #mermaidmotel #cocacola #lanadelreyaesthetic #poems

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#wizardofoz #judygarland #redshoes #dollette #coquette #oldhollywood #hollywood #coquettegirl #lanadelrey #wickedwitchofthewest #wickedwitchoftheeast #witch 

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Ranking Lana Del Rey Albums

1: Ultraviolence

2: Honeymoon

3: Blue Banisters

4: Chemtrails 

5: Lust For Life

6: Paradise EP

7:Born To Die

8: NFR

9: Lizzy Grant

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we’ve been arguing more than we ought to. about things neither of us remember or care about cause that’s how we avoid the bigger questions. instead of asking why we don’t say ‘I love you’ to one another as often as we used to. we fight about things like: who was supposed to get up and turn the lights off first. or who was supposed to to pop the frozen pizza in the oven after work. we’re like fingers on thorns honey. we know exactly where it hurts. and everything is on the table tonight. like the one time you whispered a name I’m pretty sure wasn’t mine in your sleep. or last week when you said you were working late. so I called work but they said you’d already left a couple hours ago. where were you for those couple hours. I know. I know. your excuses make all the sense in the world. and I get a little carried away for no good reason and begin to cry. but what else do you expect baby. I love you so much. I’m sorry I thought you were lying. that’s when you hold your head with your hand in frustration. half begging me to stop. half tired and sick of it. the toxins in our mouths had burnt holes in our cheeks. we look less alive than we used to. less color in our faces. but don’t kid yourself. no matter how bad it gets we both know you still wanna nail me to the ground. especially when I’m screaming so loud our fighting wakes the neighbors. and they come running to the door to save us. baby don’t open it. instead. lie me down. lay me open like a map. and with your finger trace the places you still want to **** out of me. kiss me like I am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours. and when your mouth is kissing not my mouth but other places. my legs will split apart out of habit. and that’s when. I pull you in. welcome you. home. when the entire street is looking out of their windows wondering what all the commotion is. and when the fire trucks come rolling in to save us but they can’t distinguish whether these flames began with our anger or our passion. I will smile. throw my head back. arch my body like a mountain you want to split in half. baby lick me. like your mouth has the gift of reading and I’m your favorite book. find your favorite page in the soft spot between my legs and read it carefully. fluently. vividly. don’t you dare leave a single word untouched. and I swear my ending will be so good. the last few words will come. running into your mouth. and when you’re done. take a seat. cause it’s my turn to make music with my knees pressed to the ground. sweet baby. this. is how we pull language put of one another with the flick of our tongues. this is how we have the conversation. this. is how we make up.

Rupi Kaur