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AND THEY NICKNAMED HER "THE BOLTER"

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mirrorball / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / who's afraid of little old me? / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / you're on your own, kid / mirrorball / i'll give you the sun by jandy nelson / chloe or sam or sophie or marcus / taylor in miss americana / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / midnight rain / bianca sparacino via the love journals / who's afraid of little old me? / dazzled, precise by anna de noailles / default states by nicole / mirrorball / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / dear reader / collection of taylor lyrics by me / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / my boy only breaks his favorite toys / castles crumbling / dear reader / midnights foreword / anti-hero / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / peace / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / the bolter / white horse / the lucky one / long story short / you have always been a performer never just a person by fatima aamer bilal / clara bow

one of the reasons i think we have the bolter on TTPD is because she hates matty for being the who ran away. she’s always been the bolter, but he turned it around and didn’t give her the chance to do that because he left her before she even realized the fucked up game he was playing with her.

when emma falls in love + the bolter

leaving like a father, running like water

little weirds - jenny slate/@lalallorona/the bolter - taylor swift/from persephone - kiki rockwell/sorry - halsey/sorry - halsey/waiting for this story to end before I begin another - jan heller levi/the bolter - taylor swift/faithful and virtuous night - louise gluck/war of the foxes - richard siken/cardigan - taylor swift

started with a kiss “ohwemuststopmeetinglikethis!” but it always ends with a town car speeding out the drive one evening. ended with the slam of a door then he’ll call her a whore, wish he wouldn’t be sore, cause as she was leaving it felt like breathin’! all her fuckin’ lives flashed before her eyes. It feels like the time she feel through the i-i-i-ce then came out alive!

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

i know it's over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real

being a mosaic of everyone you have ever loved is fine till you realise some parts of you are rotting and others dont quite fit right anymore

maybe i was crazy , or maybe i was just a girl interrupted

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

to the person in the bell jar...

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath’ / Vilhelm Hammershøi / Nicole Krauss, from ‘The History of Love’ / Ramon Casas / Joy Harjo, from ‘Speaking Tree’ / D S (saatchiart) / Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Idiot’ / Aleardo Terzi / Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’

buy me a coffee

sylvia plath feeding blueberries to a deer (1959)

she’s my muse

- Sylvia Plath

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

i feel like i need to cry for days and days

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

you’re all ‘ohh i love hole’ but now when i’m about to throw you in this bottomless pit (which is a form of hole btw) you’re all ‘please spare me’ fucking hypocrite

morra

childhood friends to lovers trope and one of them has always been in love>>>>>>

I wish there was a way to slit my throat without dying, I just want the feeling and to see the blood

[sexting] no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity

silence lay steadily.

things haunt, joshua jennifer espinoza // giovanni's room, james baldwin // through me (the flood), hozier // flowers in the attic, v.c. andrews // i am in eskew, jon ware // anatomy, kitty horrorshow // the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson

opening paragraphs of all time

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson