teethforyears
21 | she/they
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Latest Posts by teethforyears
reject modernity embrace tradition
me with goncharov
how it feels like when you start yapping about an obscure movie that maybe 5 people have watched but it has burrowed so deep in your brain you can’t stop
t shirt that says i've misunderstood many social interactions
Dolores Dei (and Dora) for the tiktok trend. Or is it for my broken heart?..💔🥹
the dolores dei dream but with ruby and klaasje
every time someone forgets kim is balding an angel loses its wings
“люди в принципе любят друг друга немножко, потому что понимают: надо больше хорошего.”
sevika/ambessa commissions for jeangreysmask on twitter
"blowing [someone's] brains out" sounds like it should be a sex thing tbh. missed opportunity.
I will find the strength within me to live without you, create a new, meaningful purpose, and leave everything in the past. I will be “cool” for someone else. And I know for sure that we will accidentally meet at the central jamrock on a warm summer morning in seventy-three, in the last year of the existence of Revachol. I don’t know what day or what time, but you will be with your husband and your grown daughter, while I will be tired after a night shift, yet absolutely sober and happy in my own way. I will smile at you, and you probably won’t recognize me. Or you’ll pretend not to.
Once, I prayed for that meeting, and if it had happened sooner, I would have certainly warned you about many things, tried to apologize for a lot, begged you to come back to me, and told you how terrible my years of loneliness were. But now, I am just happy for you. And for myself.
On that summer morning in seventy-three, Main Street will give the pale yet another *just a memory* of one person about another.
“ TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD - FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. ”
« вспомни тот вид, который нам открывался с мыса: ярким пятном над морем восход. и всё, что я должен видеть — маленький глупый смысл. когда-нибудь я продолжу полёт. прости мне мои расспросы, но это невыносимо – так быстро проходит осень, так тянутся долго зимы; съедают мои детали ветер и снег. »
Harriet Du Bois and High Stakes Witnesses: A Tragedy In Two Acts
(pages from the Disco Sapphics zine I'm working on~ soooooon)
