i want to get a master's degree i want to take a cake decorating class i want to dance i want to sing i want to write and remember how to think i want to swim i want to be free
não, de verdade. vai se fuder
meu deus eu!!
I miss knowing how to talk to him; the texting stuff was nice and all but I miss my friend more than I miss that
você genuinamente foi uma das pessoas mais idiotas que eu já conheci e não é surpresa nenhuma seus amigos terem se afastado
- now i have to remember you for longer then i’ve known you
@chloeinletters/ right where you left me- taylor swift/ eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004)/ now that we don’t talk- taylor swift/ @extrasad/ all too well (10 minute version)/ c.c. aurel/ waiting room- phoebe bridgers
sylvia plath feeding blueberries to a deer (1959)
love elizabeth s.
There’s something soooooooooooooo beautiful in the way she sings, “And I'm just. getting. color. back. into. my. face, I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for so long.”
Like singing through it with gritted teeth, just barely starting to come out of the fog, realizing she survived (but at what cost) and it was hard-won, knowing she was dying and she had to do it, but it still hurts because she once loved the home that turned into a prison, she loved who they were in that home at one point, but she’s mad that it all blew up and she’s mad that she let herself stay in that place for long now that she has confirmation by leaving that it would have killed her. There’s exhaustion, there’s anger, there’s tenderness, there’s resignation all at the same time in her voice.
It’s such a stunning song.
I can't seek you when I do not know if you wish for my presence
20s | she/her | just a sideblog to use as diary quero viver pra sempre e também morrer amanhã
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