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short introduction post
about me
Iβm 18, she/her, INTJ,
I mostly just make moodboards on here and occasionally post my poems. Iβm not the best at talking to people but I try my best.
my other socials
pinterest tiktok
βThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sinβ
Divider by @uzmacchiato
THEME: Light and Dark Academia
made from resources found on pinterest
no credits needed, but reblogs are always welcomed!
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My image of you is blurry in the corners.
I know you as the figure youβve painted
to represent your soul.
We met on a floating island
when both of us were isolated
and unable to climb down.
I tell you of my subconscious
and wonder if thereβs any truth to it.
Do you bring out the best in me
or the one I hope to be?
I can be anything to you.
Tell me Iβm not dreaming.
Happy Star Wars day!
L'Amour Γ la mer (1965). dir. Guy Gilles
Dividers by @uzmacchiato <3
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Why Worship Wires?
Scrapbook pages I did inspired by Eyes Wide Shut and The Shining.
Would you still die for me?
I look at the dried dirt on the car window
as we pass by tree stumps
and pale brown soil.
Your words reek of mold, but taste true.
Thereβs a dead cat on the side of the road.
Its eyes are plain gray.
I imagine yours.
Do you regret staying?
Filth rises to the surface as I cough.
Your hands are slack on the wheel.
The asphaltβs humming is deafening.
Would you still die for me?