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me and who

dream job is being one of those women in a cronenberg film

may this love find me 🤧

1 February, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

mikey madison is angelic, omg

mikey madison and sean baker (2024) & jane birkin and serge gainsbourg (1975)

Enfants Riches Deprimes - fw25

biceps

Part six of my story What ever happened? is out on substack now! Go read it and tell me what you think!

A little excerpt…

Catalina staggered out of the upstairs bathroom and down the corridor to Zaira’s old room. She could make out the outline of a man coming up the stairs, but she couldn’t see his face due to the direct sunlight, and maybe to the panic attack she was currently having.

open.substack.com

What ever happened?

Chapter six

Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov original Pat Bateman???

no so what

Also really proud of this sketch so it gets to be on main

୨୧ Patrick Bateman sketch because I love Christian Bale ୨୧

I’m really proud of this one so you guys get to see it too.

Since my Jason Todd drawing is taking me a while to finish I’ll treat you to some Battinson sketches I did back in december!!

me fr

tears in my eyes, every time someone comments on something I wrote

I love movies is my fav thing ever

made a separate account for my art because I didn’t like mixing stuff up 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hello, lovelies!! I made a separate blog (my main is @annabananaaxox) to post my art!

My name is Anna, I’m eighteen and I love to watch movies, write, read and draw. I mostly make fan art of media I consume, but I do make some original pieces.

My favorite books are The secret history, American psycho and Pale fire

My favorite movies at the moment are American psycho, The Dark Knight, Spellbound and Secretary

I love Lana del rey, Leonard Cohen, The cure and Phoebe Bridgers

I hope you all enjoy my art!!

I crashed out and I’m currently taking a gap year, I spend my days writing and laying in my bed like a feverish victorian man. I’m going to start a different degree this september.

Oh, well. All this to say you never know where life will talke you.

Love,

Anna

I am starting uni on September 16th. I am scared, as I don't know anybody (all of my friends are going to other colleges, and studying things far more useful than literary studies and classics).

A couple months back I went on a tour of the humanities faculty building and it is absolutely beautiful, it looks like it could belong in a Donna Tartt novel, or a Shirley Jackson story: creepy, kind of unsettling, old, reminiscent of gothic architecture, beautiful.

I am excited, but also extremely confused, when I was building my timetable I realized none of my classes were on Fridays, and upon further research I found out there is no class on Fridays. I am confused about that.

Anyway, as I do every year before school starts, or, As I've done for the past three years, I will be re-reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I have had to buy a new copy because the one I've had since 2021 is so used the pages fall off. I am currently reading The Goldfinch, also by Donna Tartt.

Have a good academic year, lots of love,

Anna.

୨୧ Me and all the tumblr girlies ୨୧

I can’t believe it’s already spring, it doesn’t even feel like it with how cold it is! Anyway these are the vibes i’m giving off this spring

i can’t remember what six year old me was wishing for throwing coins in the fountain and blowing on dandelions but i hope the person i am today was at least one of them

Just expressed a thought on my notes app

I don't see enough people talking about Judy poovy repeating exactly what the greek class just discussed in a simpler matter. It's the definition of men's deeply philosophical thoughts being just another Wednesday afternoon for teenage girls

she blocked me 😔 (my irl bestie)

hola mami

Hello 😐 (I won’t ever forgive you for not letting me follow you)

hola mami

Hello 😐 (I won’t ever forgive you for not letting me follow you)

I watched as Jacques' car pulled out of the garage and onto the road. I rested my elbow on the counter and my chin on my hand. With my mouth open and my tongue, pink and slimy, hanging out, saliva dribbled down my chin, seeping between my fingers. My eyes were squinted, red and dry. I hadn't slept well since we moved in, the howls of coyotes and mountain lions in the hills kept me awake at night and echoed in my head during the day. I wasn't used to living next to the forest.

I dried my mouth with the back of my hand and shook the shiny, wet saliva on my apron. I took a deep breath, stretched my arms toward the ceiling and got to work. I went upstairs, where the bedroom I shared with Jaques and his office was located. I entered the bedroom and made the bed, punched and shaped the cushions, scented the room with a sweet air freshener and turned around.

The office door was closed, rattling in the wind and banging on the frame arrhythmically. I knew I shouldn't open it, Jacques had warned me. His office was his personal space, I had to respect it. If I didn't strictly respect his privacy I offended him, and then he would yell at me.

Excerpt of my latest short story Possession. It will be on Substack next week.