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Dulce | 21 | she/her bisexual princess

[commieslut69-deactivated2023100]

nothing but god can stop a girl who likes lana del rey !

[09-10-02]

hot girls r nice to other girls

[ryebreadgf]

how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

[dimir-charmer]

Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '

[rosyc-deactivated20250912]

the sun shone upon her

[glowcowboy]

i love small joys so much!!!! yes i love my coffee in my favorite mug!!! i love the sun spilling in the window!!! i love the wind on my face!!! i love my blanket over my lap!!! i love the clouds in the sky!!!! i am seeking joy in every moment!!!!

[teaboot]

I have one very simple political belief and that is 'if there is a thing that a person will suffer or die without, then they should have it, and they shouldn't have to earn or deserve it'

[boymiffy]

childhood friends are like open wounds

[boymiffy]

um seriously? like i haven’t seen you since i was seven and i love you with my whole heart. we stopped speaking because you hurt my feelings and i sometimes look at that bracelet we shared. there is no healing. there is no going back. there’s no knowing if they think about it as much. there is just nostalgia and aching when you walk past cherry trees

[rosewater1997]

i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch

[achasma]

Aurora and Cephalus (details) by François Boucher, 1769.

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[ritikajyala]

Last night, I told my mother "I wish I was dead" in a fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn't white and it wasn't quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment I remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep with the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you're a kid, not seeing it means it doesn't exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and I knew I had switched off the light, she wasn't angry, she was afraid.

And I also remembered how she always told me I'd always be 3 years old for her, always a child, and for the first time, I heard in the voice of a three year old "I wish I was dead". My heart broke. And I wanted to hug her and hold her, tell her I was sorry, that I didn't mean it. Before I could move a hand, she left the room. The entire evening, I saw myself as she saw me, a 3 year old child. I saw the child hurt herself and cry herself to sleep every week, fight her friends with her tiny hands and two ponytails, I saw her depression and her anxiety, I saw her yell "I wish I was dead" and I knew. I knew. I wanted to shout through the walls, yell and cry and tell my mother that now I KNEW, but I didn't. I wept and wept until I heard a quiet knock, and a soft familiar voice whispered, "Dinner is ready".

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[linkinmoon]

Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

[luthienne]

Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Leaving Port” (tr. Mark Anderson)

[stumbleonhometomycats]

taylor should make a short film about the night that her and harry committed vehicular manslaughter together

[theorangepdf]

young adulthood is extremely lonely but also wildly freeing. i’ve gotten coffee at three different cafes today

[metamorphesque]

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life