Linda Friesen 'The Stardust 2.0 version' Haute Couture Gown

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Linda Friesen 'The Stardust 2.0 version' Haute Couture Gown
i don’t feel like i’m old enough to be my age
built different (too sensitive to survive)
“they were flirting with you” and how was i supposed to know such a thing when everyone speaks in codes and puzzles
you are doing some sort of riddler shit to me.
don’t contact me unless it’s to tell me i’m the girl of your dreams
can't stop thinking about this chappell photoshoot from 2022
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illustrations (1963) from The Wandering Hunter: A novel from the fox’s life by Karel Nový, Albatros Publishing, 1973
Well, just let me go. Just let me go. I am tired of sinking down to a lower place to be with men. I am tired of throwing a tarp over some of my personality so that the shape of my identity suits some gross man a little better, for whatever shitty things he needs to do in order to keep his boring identity erect and supreme. I have many grievances and no place to set them down, and I am cranky from having to shoulder this burden of reactions, like I am a fucking Ox that should carry your unsellable wares. I am tired of buying my own flowers. I am tired of having to hold my breath through Valentine’s Day the way you do when you drive past a graveyard. I want a valentine from a normal person who is horny. I want a prize for how well I can love. I want to be a prize for love.
“I Died: Valentine’s Day,” from Little Weirds by Jenny Slate.
Helmut Newton - Yves Saint Laurent Lingerie Ad (Vogue 1982)
”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day
the way god has set me up to be the loneliest girl in literally any room group environment or dynamic