I Want To Pull My Ribcage Open And Place You Inside Next To My Heart. To Hold You Close. To Keep You

pussy from a girl with a questionable online presence

i love shoshanna and ray (separately and together despite their problematic nature) like i don’t know why they both make me feel this eternal sadness especially ray.

like i genuinely love girls so much! hannah’s ocd episode makes me feel vulnerable and same with jessa. even marnie makes me feel sad.

We Are Who We Are, Luca Guadagnino (2020)

this work maintains for every moment that fleetingness that only Guadagnino manages to convey with such complex simplicity. a story that is an epiphany, the slowness of a summer that passes away, slowly letting the first signs of an imminent change emerge. self-rediscovery, mourning, and again the peace of the quiet sky after the storm. the purgatory of an existence lived anywhere except in a place concrete enough to call it home. adolescent desire, contemplation of beauty. there is purity even in the eros, which never falls beyond the veil of vulgarity. in today's cinematographic culture where sexuality, the exaggerated complexity of man and the so-called beauty are mercifully flaunted, Guadagnino gives us everything and nothing. there is simplicity even in the complex world of those who are slowly starting to discover their identity. religion rediscovered after the untimely death of a friend, or perhaps something more. "I'm 19 years old and I'm a widow, crazy right?", there is innocence even in torment and in the guilt of death. loving in the immeasurable and unconditional way of adolescence is also healing oneself from sorrow, protecting oneself from those who are not able to understand us and carrying each other in our pockets. those who have died are not mourned and distance is treated with so little that one doubts the distance itself.

at the end of the show i let The Great Gig In The Sky play in my headphones. war ultimately leads to peace, to silence.

one of the most splendid cinematic pieces I have ever experienced.

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This is my teddy bear and the cover of my bed—pulled from under the debris with my own hands🧸🥹.

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It feels like every trace of life is being taken from us, again and again 😔 .

I’ve shared. I’ve begged. I’ve screamed💔.

But the silence around me is louder than my pain🥹.

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i want to be friends with more dykes. i feel like every couple ive met in this city are sapphic, strawberry picking, mitski listening lesbians, and while i love they life theyve carved for themselves, that is just not me.

i want to be friends with dykes that are having disgustingly kinky sex with one another, dykes that always have their hands dirty, dykes that want to slam shots with me at 6pm on a thursday.

i want to be friends with zine making dykes, drag things, dykes that start fights with men creeping on their friends dykes that dance ontop of the bar and dykes that you can hear getting each other off while you wait in line for their bathroom stall.

i want to play pool and darts surrounded by dykes who have lives revolving around living in the moment, i want to be around dykes who have complex genders and dont care about the norms, i dont want to go to sapphic pottery night, i dont want to pick wildflowers, i want to get dirty and i want to be around people who get me.

Parker Posey in Party Girl (Daisy von Scherler Mayer, 1995)

listening to i’m your man by leonard cohen and i want to be punished by them.. i feel like such a pervert wanting to be hurt during intimacy..

im not sure what’s wrong with me. like i was telling them that i don’t care that they talk to other people.. i dont know why im feeling this all encompassing need to be needed by them or by anyone and i feel like this is gonna ruin me in the future. but like i dont think my need to be hurt is really bad at least i hope not.

i was watching edits of secretary and like in the ideal world i find someone like mr grey, someone who can appreciate the erotic elements of butchfemme as well as respect and wouldn’t make me feel bad about the way i approach sex. because i can see my desperate nature in lee but the way mr grey is so disgusted by himself is ME.