nothing new

all is fair in love and poetry

[notwiredforthisworld]

always a girl with a notes app, never a tortured poet

[allamericanb-tch]

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[toskarin]

thanks google

[hotvampireadjacent]

Thank god there’s still time for me

[capacity2]

Beautiful images and music will save me I know it I just know it

[papayajuan2019]

how to live a life for beginners

[lavenderk1tty]

Lady Bird (2017): mothers, daughters, growing pains, and the love that doesn’t always feel like love

Lady Bird isn’t just about adolescence. It’s about the contradiction of wanting to leave and still wanting to be loved. Loving a place, a person, even when you can only love them from a distance. It’s not clean. It’s sharp, messy, tender, brutal, in the way real love is when no one knows how to say it out loud.

At its heart, Lady Bird is about the war between needing freedom and needing to feel chosen. Between the version of yourself you dream of becoming, and the version everyone else thinks you should be. Between the child who craves her mom’s approval and the young woman who knows she’ll never truly get it — at least, not the way she needs. You see it in the casual cruelties between Lady Bird and her mom — the small jabs that cut deeper because neither of them really mean to hurt the other. They just don’t know how else to ask: Do you love me still, even when I’m ugly? Even when I’m selfish? Even when I want more than you can give me?

Lady Bird’s rebellion isn’t glamorous. It’s awkward, impulsive, and sometimes petty. But it’s real. The kind of rebellion born from wanting to be loved exactly as you are: not as a daughter, or a project, or a disappointment, but as yourself. Throughout the movie, Lady Bird and her mom wage these little wars of power, not rooted in malice, but in pain. In longing. Lady Bird chooses her own name, claiming a sliver of autonomy in a world that keeps trying to rename her. Her mom drops her off at the airport without even saying goodbye, that kind of soul-wound that doesn’t bleed on the surface, but bruises you for years underneath. Lady Bird’s voicemail from New York cracks with homesickness and stubborn pride, finally realizing that love and hate often grow from the same root.

Lady Bird reminds you that grief isn’t just for death. You grieve your hometown while you’re still living in it. You grieve the mother who raised you while she’s still standing right in front of you. You grieve all the versions of yourself you couldn’t save along the way. But somehow, through all of it, love still pulses underneath. It's bruised, imperfect, and undeniable. Because sometimes love sounds like “you need to work harder.” Sometimes love sounds like “you’re being selfish.” It can be a small, stubborn apology no one will ever say out loud. And sometimes, leaving isn’t an escape. It’s a tribute. A way of saying: thank you for making me strong enough to want more.

[heavensghost]

decided im not going to be a people pleaser anymore if thats okay with you

[firstfullmoon]

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

[notwiredforthisworld]

i'm never not thinking about the way in normal people sally rooney wrote "i'm not a religious person but i do sometimes think god made you for me" and then in beautiful world, where are you she wrote "if god wanted me to give you up he wouldn't have made me who i am" because it's really all about a love so intense and all consuming that challenges even faith because what is god compared to being loved

[notwiredforthisworld]

just finished intermezzo and i desperately need to add "well, if there is a god, i'm sure he loves you very much." "yeah, i can feel that sometimes. like when i'm with you."

[hayaomiyazaki]

— DERRY GIRLS 2.03 — FLEABAG 2.03

[notwiredforthisworld]

actually, i am exactly like other girls

taylor swift was my top artist on spotify. i have 58 spotify playlists and she is in all of them. so are you, because i have never gotten over anything in my life. after all, i am exactly like other girls. i give people my heart, and then i let them break it. i drown out my sorrows in 58 playlists. sometimes they're not enough, so i make more. in my head, they're named after you. i scroll through pinterest to chose every cover picture, and then i end up comparing myself to the girls on my feed instead. sometimes i get increasingly aware that i'm not at all like other girls. then i remind myself that all the other girls think the same. maybe that's why we're alike. we traded friendship bracelets, and i have them framed. i keep them, like i keep everything, because i have never gotten over anything in my life. sometimes i wear them and i make them match my outfits. my boots are new, did you notice? i got them for my birthday. the color is pretty but they remind me that i'm getting older and i'm supposed to know what to do with my life next. i don't like thinking about it. do you want to listen to music instead? i have 58 playlists. no, not that one, i just made it for my crush, but i don't think she likes it. or me. but that other one is good to drown out the thoughts. there's a lot of taylor swift, but you probably expected it, because i'm exactly like other girls. i have a whole playlist of love songs and no one to dedicate it to. i shouldn't have said that, but it's alright. or maybe it's not, i cry about that sometimes, but i think all girls do. i shouldn't have said that either, i think. maybe i'll just run away. i always wanted to run away. i always wanted to live in a big city somewhere, but i think deep in the woods could work as well. fantasy books make it sound fun, at least, and i love fantasy books. it's not just because i'm exactly like other girls. real life just has less magic. less romance, too, but i don't wanna go back to that. i don't wanna go back to anything. i want to stay home and curl up under a blacket and watch a christmas movie. i want to eat chocolate and scroll mindlessly through tik tok. i want to delete all of my 58 playlists so i never think about the past, but i can't, because i have never gotten over anything in my life. i don't want to think about the past, but i also don't want to think about the future. i don't really want to do anything. i think i'm just gonna listen to taylor swift. she was my top artist on spotify, did you know? after all, i am exactly like other girls.

[shivan-roy-deactivated20241213]

FLEABAG & THE PRIEST Fleabag 2.06

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[strokeofserenity]

[dogrotpdf]

4.45, Lev St. Valentine

[theacademiccottage]

“An artist obsessed with perfection is bound to dim the light of his art.”

Michael Bassey Johnson

[didhewinkback]

one direction will always be so so so bittersweet to me like they were such a foundation of my teenage years while at the same time those boys were spending most of their days trapped in hotel rooms or waking up at 2 am to record an album and non stop touring and working so much more than anyone let alone a bunch of teenage boys should work and its always been hard to reconcile those two realities especially on a day like today because god when they were good together, they were so good together.

and i just don't think anything like them will ever happen again. 5 boys from basically working class backgrounds thrust into a level of fame the height of which hadn't been seen for decades, all of them becoming the breadwinners of their families before the age of 18. the immense pressure but also the amount of fun they were. the tragedy and joy of it all intertwined. really impossible to put into words