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@sheerclouds
Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.
Giambattista Valli S/S 2019 Haute Couture
lemony snicket was really out there teaching us as elementary schoolers about grey morality, about how neither good nor bad people always get what they deserve, how being clever and kind doesn’t always guarantee you will triumph (although it’s certainly better than the alternative), how ignorant/complacent/dismissive though well-meaning adults can have just as harmful an impact on children as those with ill intentions, and how not every story has a happy and complete ending
may the last two months of 2018 be filled with pleasant plot twists, spontaneous fun, and good vibes.
Honestly shout out to people with anxiety and panic disorders, y'all don’t get enough recognition for your hard work. Pushing through your body’s instinct to fight/flee/freeze at the slightest worry is a whole new level of strength. You’re battling almost everyday against a fast-acting animalistic response that humans have been experiencing since the dawn of time, a response that is literally designed to take full control of your actions away from you. That takes so much courage and perseverance. You’re strong as fuck.
when you’re dissociating and someone asks you a question
a kid just came up to me and said “long live the Greek Gods” and walked away and i’ve never experienced such power
vibes i am attempting to give off
unreal ghost-like goddess born out of stardust and raised by the moon
badass city chick that will steal ur girl and then proceed to punch a man
aesthetic plant mom with 17 cats who buys cute thrifted clothes and bakes
vibes i am actually giving off
depressed
i like sleeping with paint splattered hands. pay homage to all you’ve accomplished and perhaps you’ll live to create another day.
keiko
Anyways the way Tumblr treats the Perks Of Being A Wallflower like it’s cringe and bad just because of the hipster craze over it in 2012 and ignoring the fact that it’s one of the few books/movies that shows the ugly side of teen mental illness and discusses sexual trauma in young boys (something only portrayed in shows like SVU) is in fact, bullshit, and I’ll never forgive y'all for taking the line “we accept the love we think we deserve” (a reference to toxic abusive relationships) and turning it into cringe culture. This is a book about a struggling depressed kid who I saw myself in as a teen, and yeah he and his friends could be annoying and pretentious but are you going to say you weren’t as a kid?
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Honestly, I read the book back in the early 2009 when I was getting ready to start college, and the above line, “we accept the love we think we deserve”, was so utterly profound in helping me to realize I was in an abusive relationship and why I kept going back to him.
It gave me the power to reject the idea that this was all I was worth, and made me hold myself to a higher standard of self love and worth, and to ensure I never let anyone treat me like that again.
Words matter. Even popular ones.
Fuck, even those “live laugh love” signs are important to somebody. And if looking at those signs every day keeps someone going and reminds them of important things in their life, just fucking let them be and mind your own business.
We’re all just trying to get by in our own way. There’s no need to make it any harder.
not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms
listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
I pray y’all stop chasing people that are running away from you. I pray y’all stop begging people to love you. You are worthy of a love you shouldn’t have to beg for.
the moon song // keiko
it seems so strange to me that the only people it is socially acceptable to live with (once you reach a certain stage in life) are sexual partners? like why can’t i live with my best friend? why can’t i raise a child with them? why do i need to have sex with someone in order to live with them? why do we put certain relationships on a pedestal? why don’t we value non-sexual relationships enough? why do life partners always have to be sexual partners?
me: oh yeah i’ll watch [insert mega popular easily-accessed netflix thing] at some point
me:
god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things! just sleeping! it’s like a sleepover but every night how sweet is that!!!!
