Like Water for Chocolate, Days of Being Wild, Les Félins

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Like Water for Chocolate, Days of Being Wild, Les Félins
‘we need to talk about the brat summer to demure fall pipeline’ i know this is all just for fun but how does it feel to have your sense of self just tossing in the wind like a lost plastic bag
girl you are doomed for life. when i was 10 someone said that
IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK 2018, dir. Barry Jenkins
no one has ever described girlhood like elena ferrante. the expectations. the inherent dissatisfaction, with your body, with who you are, or rather who you’re becoming. the competition. being the centre of your universe, viewing everyone pretty much exclusively in relation to yourself. learning not to. beautiful and in sparkling prose and not overly romanticised. i am so emo abt my brilliant friend rn. Elena Ferrante the woman you are.
summers like. you will feel a loneliness so profound youll fear it has no end but also sometimes God will place their cooling hand on yr forehead & you will feel held for the first time
the bond between a girl and her room is stronger than the gravitational force of the earth
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
baby Amy
why is suicidal ideation bad for u anyway it's not like im gonna do it.. i just have a very imaginative spirit
i just keep on cunting. the cunt must continue. cuntinue, even.
one person’s cringe is another person’s camp. remember this
sooo true
olivia cooke 🐉
“he’s a red flag” “she’s a green flag” I’m a white flag. I give up bitch
Me at the slightest obstacle because existing alone is exhausting enough