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The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi

Schiaparelli spring 2024

this endless toil (that i’m unable to perform) is getting to me

Rita Ora with a chrome dinosaur spine, 2023

Another year, another group of my delightful ninth graders trying to spell the word "tragedy" for their Romeo and Juliet assignment.

Last year's collection

In her essay Less TikTok, More Screaming, Persinette writes that these e-therapists have turned healing into “a religion, a lifestyle, and above all, a brand” while promoting a culture of isolation and individual optimization. In this ecosystem, “...therapy has become a litmus test for social belonging and inherent goodness, a sign that one is aware of and has adapted to the newest standards of how to behave.”  The social standard this culture offers is one of controlled, placated solitude. Its narrative often insists that you’re surrounded by toxic people who are trying to hurt you, and the only way to ever become the person you’re meant to be is to cut them all off, retreat into a high-gloss cocoon of talk therapy and Notion templates, and emerge a non-emotive butterfly who will surely attract the relationships you’ve always deserved — relationships with other “healed” people, who don’t hurt you or depend on you or force you to feel difficult, taxing emotions. And finally, your life will be as frictionless and shiny as you, alone, have always deserved for it to be.

Rayne Fisher-Quann, no good alone

no rizz. just insane music taste & a peculiar amount of knowledge about very niche topics and historic events

we really went from "women and girls can do anything" to im just a girl i only do girl math im a passenger princess i dont drive i dont eat i just do haha girl dinner im so sillyyyy i wear makeup bc i want to i also try and define all women into categories that are marketable omg what if we were just girls and we were so useless and helpless

Cannot wait to get to the phase of my life where I’ve moved to a new bustling city where I know no one & I get to explore every nook & cranny & get intimately acquainted w all its cafes where I study every day & make so many new friends & have so many new experiences & just all around push my comfort zone & grow & flourish

morning routine:

1. wake up already in tears

2. hysterically sob

3. threaten suicide

4. make coffee

5. cry into my coffee

6. hygienic rituals

7. god's light enters through the window of my soul

8. i am tranquil in an instant

9. serve

bored (ignoring a ridiculous amount of tasks)

Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you

I came across the word ‘ruhlar’ yesterday. Uzbek. Spirits, phantom. You’re an apparition of all those people I loved. Love. It’s all I think about. You’re all I think about. The thought of you is agonising, maybe you’re the reason, you’re the sweetest apparition.

What is moral? Trying to deduce it to entirely good or utterly erroneous wears me out.

hi. i hope you see this, i hope you know i don’t hate you, or what you’ve become, i just do not know what am i to you or what i could be or what we could’ve been. be sane please;

love,

there are times in life where a girls just gotta watch a ghibli film

a love where people inspire each other to live (studio ghibli love)

watching a studio ghibli movie is a religious experience

not love at first sight, but soul recognition

in summer wounds fester and in winter they ache. another one of life's classic no win scenarios

“why are you so tired all the time” God is killing me! thanks for asking

nobody talks about how even after years of learning, singing in the mic is so difficult

everyone breaks your heart

need to listen to qawwali once a day for sanity (to feel the pain of love)

I noticed you havent said anything about my new wound