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I'm such a "look at the moon" kind of person

jo march really was like. i love the people around me and i cannot cope with them leaving and being mature and appealing enough to start new chapters in their lives while i'm still clinging into this idealised, carefree, comedy-like lifestyle i thought was gonna last forever. and i really thought platonic relationships could replace my repressed longing for a romantic one but now all my loved ones' first priorities became romance. meanwhile i cannot put myself out seeking a romantic relationship because that would automatically mean altering, belittleing, objectifying and compromising myself, my life would become a cliche with guaranteed unhappy ending because i feel like no one in this world could truly make me happy. and i do want to embrace my independent, single lifestyle but i guess i didnt calculate back then how lonely it's going to feel. it's like my only choice is between two types of unhappiness. jo march conveyed all this stuff and i'm not supposed to tear up just thinking about that goddamn movie???

“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” —Louisa May Alcott; Little Women

@mkvx

I’m meant to be somebody else

I’m meant for a different life

if you want to be happy, be

thinking of watching jo march say, "i'm so sick of people saying love is all a woman is fit for! i am so sick of it! but i'm so lonely!" for the first time, feeling like your soul left your body and thinking, oh, someone was brave enough to say it out loud.

romanticise your own existence. 

Gorgeous gorgeous girls are anti romantics irl with a shelf full of romance books

Introducing muggle cameras to James and him being excited to take pictures with reader 🥺🥺

oh goddddd when is it my turn

"One more, baby." James said to you, his eyes admiring you from the little square slot in the camera. "Good, smile for me. You look so good, pretty girl." He praises you, chuckling at your red cheeks.

"Jamie, c'mon. You've taken so many pictures of me you can practically cover our room in it." You tell him, walking over to where he was standing in front of you.

"Maybe that's what I was going for. It wouldn't look bad, y'know? These walls all stuck with little pictures of you, yeah I wouldn't be opposed to it." He grinned down at you, shaking the photograph in his hands.

You shook your head at him, bringing his chin down to meet you in a sweet kiss. James complies, letting you sway with him slowly. When the picture becomes clear, he smiles at you then kisses the square of the photograph. "My girl is absolutely perfect." He praises.

You can't help but bask in his conpliment, giggling lightly as you took the camera from his hands. "Let's go, the party's starting soon so we can't waste anymore time taking pictures." You reprimand him.

James takes the camera back from you, "We certainly can take a few more. I never want to forget this moment, baby. Come on, just a few pictures of us." He offers.

You can't turn down his offer, you never want to forget about this moment either. So you pull his hand toward your shared bed, sitting him down on the edge and climbing up his lap. You lean behind so your back meets his chest, your head slotting perfectly on the crook of his neck.

James directs the camera toward the both of you, counting down from 3 until the shutter sounds and the photograph slides out. There you are, both looking so cozy tangled in each other. James kisses you again, softly. "I love you so so much, pretty girl."