𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

• i like: playing guitar, fashion, cats, art history, reading books and sixties pop culture
• music: the beatles, fleetwood mac, pink floyd, lou reed, lana del rey, chris isaak
• artists: claude monet, rembrant, john william waterhouse
• mostly here to meet new people, learn new things and express myself
• currently learning french and japanese
• she/her, minor, enfp

think i saw him with his new girlfriend she’s so much prettier than me

i give up on dating no guys even look my way im fucking ugly my only purpose is sexual gratification because there’s nothing else im good for. im just stupid and unfunny and unsexy and a burden. tbh

speaking of queer cinema the minecraft movie was so horribly good. funny in the worst way possible, like when a teacher makes a corny joke and nobody laughs

im sure crash (2004) is a great movie but HOW did it win best picture over brokeback mountain. but hey what do i know. #justiceforbrokebackmountain

im grateful for my fear of death. i am surrounded by so much love and joy. the world i came from, the world i belong to, it is inexplicably beautiful. and its me. the perfect circle of the iris, the steady rhythm of the heart, the signatures on our fingertips. the call of the ocean in our ear’s pulse. shell to shell. such a simple pity that i will have to leave one day. but even after death, life is created. flowers will blossom, trees will grow, and when we are all dead and gone, nature will take us over. dispersed into the atmosphere, still stardust. life is eternal, just not ours.

hey everyone, its time for a life update. i could have cancer. if its a tumour, its getting much worse. im not sure yet but its certainly making me anxious. i can’t stop thinking about my mortality. i can’t eat or sleep. lots of love - holly

call me george the way i got that w bush

female rage is not smudged mascara. female rage isn’t cakey makeup or losing the back of an earring. it isn’t materialistic inconveniences that boil girlhood down to femininity or vanity. female rage is being misunderstood. female rage is having your body being a site of violence. it’s horror. it’s the need to cry and yell but no voice to project with. it’s belonging to a false god who created one in his image as messiah. it’s hysteria. it’s birth control and chronic fatigue and anxiety diagnosis. it’s broken hymens and tainted innocence. it’s a world designed for your persecution.