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𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠

ೀ basics dob: february 28, 2002 hometown: new york, ny occupation: socialite ೀ personality + coy, posh, eloquent - pretentious, inexorable, oniomaniac

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Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf – Gossip Girl (2007) ‘Roman Holiday’

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nobody knows my boots are vintage gucci 🙄

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look at them 🥹 my best friends @tucker-moore

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Sylvia Plath reads her poem titled: “November Graveyard" (x)

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

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love walks

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grey november

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my family!!!!!

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i think the fact that pink is a color is so nice like we really get to enjoy that in life

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this little life

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I sometimes feel Angel’s presence most in the quiet moments—when I wake up to the soft padding of paws around the house, or when Tucker and I are making coffee together before sunrise. It’s in these moments, when everything is soft and quiet, that I feel the absence of her the most. We were each other’s mirror, my twin and I, two halves with so much life in front of us. Losing her changed me in ways I can’t explain, left an empty seat at every table and every big moment, even though, in my heart, she’s with me everywhere I go.

Standing in the New Orleans Botanical Garden with Tucker, that day he proposed, I thought of her—how she’d love that he knew me so well, knew that a simple, beautiful place filled with life and flowers would make me feel seen and safe. It was like he’d reached right into my daydreams and made them real. When he asked me to marry him, there was only one answer. It was yes to Tucker, yes to us, yes to the life we’ve built here, and yes to carrying Angel’s memory with me into our future.

Our little family with the two dogs and our cat feels perfect. Each day is like a gift wrapped up in the laughter Tucker brings and the warmth I feel being here. Tucker has this dream of opening a cafe bookstore, and I can already see it in my mind—the smell of coffee mixing with the scent of new books, cozy spaces filled with people finding their own little corners of happiness. Angel was an academic and loved books, too, and I think maybe, in some small way, I’ll be able to share her love through that place. I can’t wait to help Tucker bring this vision to life, to see him standing there with the key in his hand, the way he’s always imagined it.

Through everything, I’m learning to carry joy and grief together. Angel was with me the day Tucker proposed, just like she’ll be with me as I walk down the aisle. It’s the life she and I once imagined together, now unfolding in new ways, with new loves and new dreams. I think she’d be happy for me. I know she’d love Tucker, the way he loves me and our life. And I know, in my heart, she’s cheering me on, every single day.

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⚜️🎀🍂🖤🦢

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vintage summer heels by sororitè vintage

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me and my wild boy, and all this wild joy. ᡣ𐭩

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i really really love you

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would you do anything for me? buy a big diamond ring for me?

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"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out