Andrea Gibson, Lord Of The Butterflies

Lolita Lempicka FW 1997

I just don’t caaaarreee. I don’t care. But I care a lot though I care SO much. But also I just don’t care at all and never have. But also I do and always will. Hope that helps

Huishan Zhang 2012 Collection

leaving long term friendships behind is so strange. like. i know your favorite flower and how you like your soda and the exact shape of your face and your coffee order. they’re all etched into the folds of my brain. but we haven’t spoken since june. and i don’t even know what your hair looks like now.

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

marius is so “oh no! anyway” about eponine confessing her love and then immediately dying that 1862 girlies could have started using “and by the way, monsieur marius, i believe that i was a little bit in love with you” as a preface to announce major geopolitical events

staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.

on identity

ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / elliott smith / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich

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