Sapere Aude

That best feeling where you’re like, “I love books. I wanna read all the books. I just wanna spend all my time immersed in all of the books.” And then you inhale and just get that feeling of peace and anticipation and slight anxiety but it’s okay, because you love the books and no one can take that away from you.

—female rage

? // medusa by caravaggio // gregory radionov // artemisia gentileschi // monstrous flesh: on women’s bodies in horror by rebecca harknis-cross // carrie (1976) // corruption by camille norton // midsommar (2019) // helen of troy does countertop dancing by margaret atwood // medusa in her throne by reza sedhi

If you don't support the artists, content creators, and sex workers you claim you love so much with tips/purchases or reblogs/retweets, don't be surprised when they stop creating for the internet and their profiles disappear. I've seen it happen to many people over the years who were honestly really creative and cool as fuck, they were discouraged from putting in so much effort and not get enough support. It costs nothing to hit 🔄.

No one talks about the transition from being the girl everyone respected too much to come forward to and the girl that everyone desires. To feel like you are never someone's first choice, just a woman they would eventually settle for. To never be the girl they passionately, intensely ache for. To be the one they're afraid to taint. The one they will compromise with. To be the girl that becomes the mother of their child, but never their love.

And suddenly, suddenly you're the girl of their desires. The one with a free spirit and reckless behaviors and self-sabotaging actions. The one that hates herself so much, she throttles her own soul to fit an ideal image of what a man yearns for. To be savage and soft, simultaneously. To gaze at a man like a siren and never admit to being hurt.

No one talks about how you slowly feel both of these girls within you amalgamate. So achingly, so abruptly, you feel yourself spiralling out of control. You jump, face first, infront of a moving train, you wrench your heart inside of your chest. You swallow the thought of not being loved. There is a perpetual knock at the base of your mind of someone burning to come out, to be heard, to be felt, to be accepted.

You either become the trophy wife, or the girl they never wed. No one talks about girls like us.

desi wlw dark academia aesthetic

//if I lived a million lives, I would have felt a million feelings and still would have fallen a million times for you//

- R.M.Drake

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“creature”, half•alive // Fliegeroffizier, Karl Alexander Wilke // Vicious, V. E. Schwab

“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call in jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same person or visit places again and again,but each time is the first . Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”

-Chuck palahniuk

What organic shampoo do you guys use? Personally I'm terrified that me learning life lessons without actually experiencing anything and making mistakes like a normal 21 year old is ruining any and all chances of making memories (good or bad) and living life to its fullest but I'd highly recommend Palmer's olive oil shampoo

— fuck soulmates, be my academic rival

I actually think eldest daughters should be allowed at least one instance in their entire lives to just completely lose their shit