"You're So Hard To Please." Uhhh Books??? Flowers???Books With Pressed Flowers??? Handwritten Love Letters???

"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not."

-Donna Tartt; The Secret History

style inspiration: @filmnoirsbian

If you don't support the artists, content creators, and sex workers you claim you love so much with tips/purchases or reblogs/retweets, don't be surprised when they stop creating for the internet and their profiles disappear. I've seen it happen to many people over the years who were honestly really creative and cool as fuck, they were discouraged from putting in so much effort and not get enough support. It costs nothing to hit 🔄.

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

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

Divine feminine

All the artists are mentioned here ✨

the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it 

this beauty and blood defies god

"Vesuvius" Amber Sparks // Carrie (1976) // "The Forbidden Wish" Jessica Khoury // Ginger Snaps (2000) // "Feminine Incarnate" Alexa Thorn // Sharp Objects (2018) // Belladonna of Sadness (1973) // The Witch (2015) // "The Virgin Suicides" Jeffrey Eugenides

We fold the sheets as we argue facing each other, we eat soup in identical bowls, shes sitting on the sofa while i sit on the floor looking anywhere but at each other. I listen to her talk softly to my niece a minute after she scolds me for not ironing her clothes properly. And yet the sadness i feel can only be healed by a mothers love. Its sicken and sadening.

If you like the word “queer” reblog.

no you live in a society. i live alone in the city befriending houses and mourned when one of them was painted hideously yellow