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me and my baby (also dk why I’m pouting like that in the pic)

me and who’s father?

I’m getting a born to die tatoo next week and I’m soo excited omg 😭😭😭

(placement and font I’ll get)

Okay, long time no see!! I’ve been way more active writing fics on my side blog.

Life has been good lately, It’s spring and I’m back on the dating scene, let me tell you how that’s going.

I went out with my friends a couple weeks ago and met a really cute french man on the smoking outside a bar. We talked and he came to the club with us, he was so sweet and smart, made my friends feel included in the conversation and stuff.

We kissed and he gave me his number when he walked us to the train station; we’ve been texting.

Is this a safe space to say he’s 40?

Anyway, I went on a date on friday with a guy I met on hinge, he’s 21. He’s an engineer and pretty cute, but I don’t know if I like him too much.

Apart from that, my creative writing classes are going so well, the teacher praises my work a lot, I love it.

I’ve got an essay coming up soon on a lit mag on Substack, will share it when it’s out.

Last week I saw my best friend’s musical, she was Tanya in mamma mia. It was wonderful, I love her so much.

Enjoy the spring. Until next time,

Anna 🫶🏻

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

I loveee u Doki!!!

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

my queen vi!! Ily baee ​​૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

christian bale skirt? u fuckin diva i’m obsessed

He’s the love of my life 😖🤧

this was me at the gym this morning

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Anita's Tumblr ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

୨୧ Anna / Anita . 8TEEN ౨ৎ She /They .ᐟ

⋆ My name is Anna, I’m eighteen and I love to watch movies, write, read and draw.

My favorite films are: American psycho, The Dark Knight, Spellbound and Secretary

My favorite books: The secret history, American psycho and Pale fire

I listen to: Lana del rey, Leonard Cohen, The cure and Phoebe Bridgers

I also write essays and lit fic on substack

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ  ‧₊ .ᐟ

I write fics and make fanart on @cinnamongrl2006 (I use it waaayyy more than this blog)

angels do exist, we're too busy shitposting on tumblr rn to save the world tho

Hello, lovelies!

I’m not writing many updates on here, but I did write a short story that is currently up on my Substack for you to read. It’s about conformity and trad wives, hope you love it!!!

open.substack.com

Possession

Short story (from my creative writing class)

mikey madison is angelic, omg

mikey madison and sean baker (2024) & jane birkin and serge gainsbourg (1975)

Part six of my story What ever happened? is out on substack now! Go read it and tell me what you think!

A little excerpt…

Catalina staggered out of the upstairs bathroom and down the corridor to Zaira’s old room. She could make out the outline of a man coming up the stairs, but she couldn’t see his face due to the direct sunlight, and maybe to the panic attack she was currently having.

open.substack.com

What ever happened?

Chapter six

Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov original Pat Bateman???

me fr

tears in my eyes, every time someone comments on something I wrote

୨୧ Me and all the tumblr girlies ୨୧

I can’t believe it’s already spring, it doesn’t even feel like it with how cold it is! Anyway these are the vibes i’m giving off this spring

i can’t remember what six year old me was wishing for throwing coins in the fountain and blowing on dandelions but i hope the person i am today was at least one of them

Just expressed a thought on my notes app

hola mami

Hello 😐 (I won’t ever forgive you for not letting me follow you)

I watched as Jacques' car pulled out of the garage and onto the road. I rested my elbow on the counter and my chin on my hand. With my mouth open and my tongue, pink and slimy, hanging out, saliva dribbled down my chin, seeping between my fingers. My eyes were squinted, red and dry. I hadn't slept well since we moved in, the howls of coyotes and mountain lions in the hills kept me awake at night and echoed in my head during the day. I wasn't used to living next to the forest.

I dried my mouth with the back of my hand and shook the shiny, wet saliva on my apron. I took a deep breath, stretched my arms toward the ceiling and got to work. I went upstairs, where the bedroom I shared with Jaques and his office was located. I entered the bedroom and made the bed, punched and shaped the cushions, scented the room with a sweet air freshener and turned around.

The office door was closed, rattling in the wind and banging on the frame arrhythmically. I knew I shouldn't open it, Jacques had warned me. His office was his personal space, I had to respect it. If I didn't strictly respect his privacy I offended him, and then he would yell at me.

Excerpt of my latest short story Possession. It will be on Substack next week.

Taking a sabbatical has affected my relationships and mental health, who would’ve thought?