† lola bnny

ceo of being heartbroken

[whit3tr4sh]

i would look so pretty with a gunshot wound in the center of my face

[whit3tr4sh]

either love is a shrine or a scar

and i am so sick of bleeding

[heavenorflordia]

When I remember myself I become pure again

[tvrded]

I’ve been a bad girl daddy

Okay go kill yourself honey

[daydreamodyssey]

*helps a bug outside so people don't kill it*

*flash forward and I'm convicted of a crime I didn't commit*

*no lawyer touches the case for me*

*everyone hears a buzz and turns around*

*the bug is wearing a tiny suit with a tiny suitcase and becomes my defense attorney*

[fiftiesbbydolldress]

the feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of. disappear.

[whit3tr4sh]

#gonegirl2026

[whit3tr4sh]

i can not make anyone think and feel as i do and that’s my tragedy because i will always understand them but nobody will ever understand me

[onlydoll]

[achillesinhighheels]

Training my nervous system to choose an unfamiliar heaven instead of a familiar hell

[beethovnerotica]

[we5150wanderlust101]

[goth-queen]

[bebemoon]

"Anna Pavlova’s feet were famously arched and tapered, yet her shoes have much less pronounced blocks for the toes than any modern ballerina would employ. She was the most world-renowned ballerina with the most world-renowned feet — but her shoes make us marvel at the strength those slender feet must have had. (This pair is thought to have been made in the 1920s, a decade when she traveled the globe.) They also have a remarkable amount of side stitching. We can only speculate what support this gave her."

—alastair macaulay on anna pavlova's pointe shoes for the new york times

[whit3tr4sh]

i have to tiptoe around so much, i feel like a ballerina

my feet fucking hurt, this way of living makes me bleed

[whit3tr4sh]

bet you smell like drugstore vanilla perfume and cigs (no hate!!!!)

sweet, but i actually smell like pheromones, social anxiety and gun powder <3

[imawinner-forever]

[whit3tr4sh]

imagine waking up one day just to find out someone wrote a honeycomb-sweet love poem about you while you were asleep.. well, all i ever got was a pretty disturbing song called “bitchfight between good and evil” and some piss-warm hate posts

[whit3tr4sh]

i‘m cursed and it kills me bone for bone, tooth for tooth until there’s nothing left to erase and i will fully disappear