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LORD HAVE MERCY

NO LAWNMOWER COULD TAKE AWAY THE HEAD I WOULD GIVE HIM! 🔥

I have an english exam tomorrow.. Does reading english Hyun ju x reader smut fanfictions cout as studying?

HYUN-JU IN THE TRAILER FOR SEASON 3??

I can take her! (not in a fight)

Seven days a week or whatever Jungkook said!

But something feels off.. Oh nevermind! It's my pants!

Me:

Born to eat her out (or suck her dick or whatever), forced to be a fan 💔😔

Guys I need her to be real oml..

Hyun-ju look-alike contest in my bed tonight!

I need her so bad it's not even funny!

Wandering ~ Poem

Once we die

Start to decay

Rot

Where does our soul go?

Does it stay in this prison of

bones and blood

flesh

Or does it wander?

Visiting our childhood home where we used

to laugh and dance

love

Can we still go back?

Will we return to the places we knew

where we were still pure

innocent

or will we simply vanish from existence?

Can you answer me this question, love

or will I have to beg

plead

so my bones can ultimately rest?

Why does the night have to be so beautiful?

As I walk through the night, I remember what Mitsutsuka said to me. “Because at night, only half the world remains.” I count the lights. All the lights of the night. The red light at the intersection, trembling as if wet, even though it isn’t raining. Streetlight after streetlight. Taillights trailing off into the distance. The soft glow from the windows. Phones in the hands of people just arriving home, and people just about to go somewhere. Why is the night so beautiful? Why does it shine the way it does? Why is the night made up entirely of light?

The music flows from the earphones filling my ears, filling me—it becomes everything. A lullaby. A gorgeous piano lullaby. What a wonderful piece of music. It really is. It’s my favorite piece by Chopin. Did you like it too, Fuyuko? Yeah. It’s like the night is breathing. Like the sound of melted light.

The light at night is special because the overwhelming light of day has left us, and the remaining half draws on everything it has to keep the world around us bright.

You’re right, Mitsutsuka. It isn’t anything, but it’s so beautiful that I could cry.

- all the lovers in the night by mieko kawakami

Wait! ✋️ Y'all don't love her like I love her! 💃

Wife Reval🤭🤭

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

Turning 17 was hard enough already!

I refuse to turn older than 17

Still - Poem

I am rot / I am foul / I am nearly gone / Still you kept me in your embrace / Satan streched out his hands / With his long fingers / To get me to him / To get me to purgatory / Still you kept me in your embrace / I bled on your bed / I bled on your carpet / Drowning us both in my blood / Still you kept me in your embrace / The little girl inside me is long gone / The girl with fair hair / The girl with a pink room / The girl with dreams / The girl you fell in love with / That girl has vanished / Still you kept me in your embrace

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

This is my first poem I am uploading here so please be nice..

he's so me when I!

Raskolnikov is the realest main character to ever walk this earth because he‘s a broke college student who lays in his bed all day thinking about going outside, and then when he does he derealizes, decides that everything sucks, and gets so tired that he imidietly passes out after having to so much as to see other people. Mans was representing all of academia unknowingly.

A Secret Society's Guide to Dark Academia

Definition: an aesthetic that revolves around classic literature and poetry

Style Guide:

Choose dark, muted colours: navy blues, deep reds, emerald greens, caramel browns, plaids & tweeds

Top-half: Blazers, polo shirts, turtlenecks, jumpers and blouses

Bottom-half: Plaid skirts, dress trousers, knee-high socks

Shoes: Ballet flats, dress shoes, low heels

Accessories: Good vintage, timeless jewellery like simple watches or pearls, wire-frame glasses, match your belts and bags to your shoes, short neat fingernails and minimal makeup

Activities Guide:

Badminton

Chess/Checkers

Card games

Debate club

Archery

Ballroom dancing

Music or Theatre (this doesn't have to be in-person, you can also watch online with National Theatre At Home or Digital Theatre!)

Embroidery

Painting/Drawing

Calligraphy and letter-writting (bonus points for wax seals!)

Reading, annotating or writing (prose or poetry)

Watching classic cinema from the early 20th century

Thrift-shopping

Visiting museums

Journaling

Strolls around the park or long city walks (rain or sunshine!)

Baking

Visiting coffee shops

Language-learning

Lifestyle Guide:

Take Polaroids in coffee shops or pretty meadows with your friends

Get ice cream inbetween lectures or during study breaks

Go on spontaneous train rides to places you've never visited

Try to identify beauty in simple, seemingly tedious everyday life circumstances or running errands

Go on digital detoxes and try to live life to its fullest (carpe diem!)

Study neoclassic poetry and great heroes from the past

Wear thrifted and vintage, elegant, classic clothing

Be passionate about literature and all forms of knowledge (don't despair but find it exciting when you come across a word you don't know, look it up and add it to your vocabulary!)

Take time to appreciate art: visit history museums, art galleries, libraries, bookstores, operas, ballets, orchestras, live theatre, churches, castles, photography collections and coffee houses

Learn to make different types of coffee/tea at home and enjoy whilst curling up with a book you love

Familiarise yourself with your favourite authors and compose your ideas as they would

Have deep, existential discussions with friends and perform dramatic readings of poetry or classic plays by candlelight

Read articles, write essays and always be prepared, have everything in order to stay ahead in school and/or work

Resist over-consumption: Read all of the books you've bought and still haven't read before buying more and donate to charities when finished

Take action to inspire otthers to read, study ardently and seek knowledge

a sad girl's guide to summer

if you can't get rid of it, you might as well romanticise it, right?

lying awake on hot summer nights and listening to a sad girl playlist

sitting by the ocean or lake while looking melancholic

collecting sea shells and other little trinkets to look at

reading ancient philosophy and russian literature in public

strolling around your neighbourhood and befriending stray cats

eating way too much fruit

thinking about the fig tree

watching the moon and staying up until sunrise

mourning your non-existent summer romance

wired headphones

getting really good at making iced coffees

watching sad summer movies

writing poetry on postcards that you will never send

taking lots of Polaroids of mundane things

crying

I myself have been dealing with what I like to call "the summer blues" so I felt like writing something like this, I hope it resonates with some of you!! As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments! <3

love ya ･:*₊‧✩

I'm sorry you're so unhappy with your life, but that doesn’t mean you have to make mine more miserable than it already is!

Girlhood 🎀🐰🤍

Girl activities

biting your nails

wondering how many bodies are hidden in your hometowns hills and forests

laying naked in bed tracing your scars

daydreaming about your future

pretending to look mysterious and read in front of your cafe crush

wondering what you would look like 50 lbs lighter than trying to decide if you want to relapse or not

brushing your hair with vintage silver hair brushes than wondering who all the women were who brushed their hair with it before you

writing poetry at 4 am

falling in love with your best friend

cleaning your room on a sunday

picking at your skin in the mirror till your whole face is red and swollen

daydreaming about bleaching your hair

cuddling your dog

remembering your dreams while sitting on the shower floor

watching movies, reading books, and watching shows, pondering the stories and characters and fantisizing about your life being like those stories

I wish I could go back and tell her she's enough..

literally have them in 24/7

especially *insert all of them *

girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”

Please know that I will love you forever </3

*•☆°

I love Franz Kafka with all my heart! ♡

<33

“People were just smaller back then”

Nope. Fat people have always been here, aren’t going anywhere, and have always been beautiful and worthy of respect.

✮⋆˙

Girlhood,

Girlhood is doing your friends makeup, girlhood is giving a random girl who needs it a pad, girlhood is sharing a bond over music tastes, girlhood is swapping drinks with your friend, girlhood is not judging another girl for her embarrassing moments, girlhood is standing up for your friend, girlhood is sharing food with your friend, girlhood is sharing lipgloss, girlhood is sisterhood, sisterhood with someone you have no blood relation to but still feel a connection too, girlhood is having a connection to another girl without knowing her, girlhood is care.