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channeling my inner goddess 🎠🧚🏻♀️💆🏼♀️🐚 🕊
That was the thrill of youth, the idea that you could be anyone. That was what had captured her in the charm shop, all those years ago. Then adulthood came, your choices solidifying, and you realize that everything you are had been set in motion years before. The rest was aftermath.
Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half
“The reason why I hate the idea of growing up, I guess, is subconsciously because I want to remain a child and be sheltered from accepting the responsibility of things like earning a living, cooking, and taking care of myself. I’m so scatterbrained in that regard that it is a mental effort to remember to wash my underwear – to bring in a practical note. I also shy away from making decisions and thinking about what I’m good for – which I am convinced, isn’t much.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman c. January 1951
childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive
I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
Blumarine | Spring/Summer 2024
“I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.”
— Charles Bukowski
we cant go back and I cant remember
Britt Ekland by Patrick Lichfield 1971
Be there for the seasons. Be there for you. We're all awaiting your arrival.
How did X get even stupider.
THIS BITCH EMPTY
XEET
Satan’s usually pretty chill in the way he runs Hell. Today he’s scrambling to make it look as miserable as possible because God is soon to visit
Schooled
You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. “I give them food, they give me company,” you’d say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, “A neighbor plots against you, my lord.”