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[orientalist]

i'm back after years and years and years. i forget tumblr exists pretty often and was reminded again of it yesterday. going through all my blogs, i know for a fact little girl me would have been in awe of me now. the idea of living past teengerhood was so unfathomable to me but here i am lol. so maybe i'm back, maybe i'm not, but for now know if i could do it, you can too <3.

[shootingstarseeker]

'Fool Me Twice' by Sarah Bahbah

[kaliforniaface]

[voidincinema]

The Virgin Suicides (1999)

dir. Sofia Coppola

[muresetivoire]

My secret obsession, my darling divine

[eirene]

Admiring the porcelain, 1885 Édouard Frédéric Wilhelm Richter

[fairyrotting-deactivated2023080]

MARIE ANTOINETTE 2006, dir. Sofia Coppola

[magpie-misfortunes]

thunderstorms in summer, freckles, flowers pressed between the pages of a book, lemonade, daisy chains, bare feet on dewy grass, blackberry juice on lips and fingers, messy braids, stargazing, collecting pretty rocks from streams, late night birdsong, flowers tucked behind ears, daydreaming

[orientalist]

the time for looping blonde has arrived once again

[bilover]

if i bring a book someplace it doesn't necessarily mean i want to read it mayb i just want to take her own a walk. Get her some fresh air and a change of scenery

[comicslams]

Make-Believe Romance, c.1970s

[gholdic]

[anditslove]

Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

[orientalist]

when sylvia plath said there's little a hot bath can't fix...i felt that.

[musterniillustrates]

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

[hold-my-hand-please]

i just want to be a cat in late spring. because then i could just sit in the sun and blink slowly and maybe chase a bug. i think that’s what we all want

[hymntothenight]

when anne carson said “what are we made of but hunger and rage?” and when anne carson said “i do not want to be a person. i want to be unbearable.” and when anne carson said “i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.” and when anne carson said “revenge is a form of desire.” and when anne carson said “to feel anything deranges you.” and when anne carson said “why does tragedy exist? because you are full of rage. why are you full of rage? because you are full of grief.” and when anne carson said