hamlet herself

Girlhood is just like Godhood, a begging to be believed

[yourgirlfoe]

Spawned in the right(best) generation

[havingapoemwithyou]

go to the limits of your longing by Rainer Maria Rilke

[ohmovie]

ANORA (2024) dir. Sean Baker

[yourgirlfoe]

Morning coffee feels like I'm an infant sucking on Mother Nature's tit as my only source of life.

[yourgirlfoe]

hold me hostage, hold me accountable, hold me down, just hold me for fucks sake.

[yourgirlfoe]

Pillow case? What crimes did the pillows commit?

[yourgirlfoe]

Why am I 12 at 20 and why was I 36 at 15?

;

[yourgirlfoe]

Being my mother's daughter is like "I love you despite you tell me I'll never be a good mother. I love you despite you telling me you won't mourn me a day if I killed myself. I love you despite you saying I've already ruined my life. I love you even though you never stopped mocking me for my height. I love you even though my arms have wounds your words created. I love you even though you make me cry on my birthdays. I love you even though

[yourgirlfoe]

Bitches be like, "but he's fictional!" So is your boyfriend's brain, what's your point?

[yourgirlfoe]

Asian parents will insult you in the most humiliating way possible and call you for dinner like nothing happened -

[yourgirlfoe]

Ya'll ever go, "fuckin' hell, I know this smell!" and it's the smell of a February evening from 2017 ?

[yourgirlfoe]

"he's my wife💝" and it's just some dude stabbing someone to death.

[yourgirlfoe]

I have the power of prescription drugs and delusion on my side 🗡

[yourgirlfoe]

At least once a month this people eater(beloved) trends on tumblr and I can feel the stars align.

[yourgirlfoe]

Knocking on my forehead and yelling at my brain, "ma'am can you please turn it down!"

:(

[yourgirlfoe]

Life is just my father becoming angrier when I project the same anger issues he projected on me.

.

[yourgirlfoe]

This morning, the fruit basket was filled with tangerines and I wanted to write a letter to my lover. He lives in the future, a distance I can never cross.

I wanted to ask him,

"is the winter being kind to you, darling?

If I could trace my fingers along the outlines of your face, you could still smell the tangerine I peeled.

If I could kiss your fingertips, and smell the scent of your shirt collar, I would have done enough for one life.

If I could I would put on your sweater you left on the sofa and read the newspaper you left on the coffee table.

I hope you don't catch a cold this winter"