Words by me // inspired by the advertisement on the left.
Catholic Doilys
Left: Thea Porter reflected in her dining table. Ph. Jim Lee for the Sunday Times, 1971. Right: scan from Pinterest.
The Three Graces, 2019 by Valeria Duca (b. 1995, Moldova)
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I spent the day walking around the city for hours and thrifting :) I bought a dress, a corset and an oversized shirt.
I'm going to start blogging on here :)
I'll share my thoughts and things I do, even though right now my life is a bit uneventful.
me and my guitar
y’all should definitely join my friend’s discord server ong
emos? goths? scene kids? metalheads? we have them all, including the more cutesy ones like kawaii and cottagecore!
interested? you just have to be 13-18 years old and some sorta alt type. come join, invite your friends, make new friends! here's the link if you want to check it out :)
has anyone ever been for breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel? And if you did, were you sitting at the back booth? Was your waitress and food miserable?
(This song fills me with life and an unexplainable sadness at the same time)
Sad to know that while my heart was breaking
You were sleeping or just faking.
@lørenisalone (・・?)
@ros2es love this mood board 🖤
(((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))♡
So cool
💞Genders a prison, I chewed through the bars💞(they/them)
„Within the infinite labyrinth of existence, your luminance pierces through the veils of obscurity, guiding the seeker through the cryptic depths of the unknown.“
My lines of the ghost of me:
🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ
I’m like a ghost of myself,
haunted by my past and choices,
feeling as if there’s no true essence within~
ʚ❤︎ɞ
Lost in the echoes of yesterdays,
I struggle to grasp who I truly am.
Yet, amidst this existential fog,
I find solace in the notion that I have the power to shape my own destiny~
⚭
I may not understand my essence, but I embrace the boundless potential to become anything I desire~
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you were the song stuck in my head