weird people are the most fuckable people on the planet. This is all.
“Dear Peter, I need you to know that…" I need you to know that I like you, Peter Kavinsky. And not in a fake way.
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson
JENNIE Calvin Klein Bikini Campaign
Brune by Kenyon Cox, 1888 (detail)
“Princess” seems to be the other trend of the night.
Cara Delevingne attends the 95th Oscars - Dolby Theatre, Los Angeles - March 12th, 2023
Fan BingBing at the 95th Academy Awards
Who's watching the Oscars tonight?
ANYA TAYLOR-JOY Out of Focus | © Pip
writing songs is strange because it never happens exactly the same way, but sometimes it happens in a way that feels like this weird haunting that you can’t really explain. like you don’t know where these ideas came from and you feel like you didn’t work at all to write it, and that’s the best kind of song.
i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
things my therapist has told me that have cracked me open like an egg, pt 2:
"anxiety is like a faulty alarm. it thinks it has sensed smoke and a fire when there is really just dust or deodorant. when you are feeling panic take a deep breath and tell your nervous system: thank you for the warning, but there's no danger here. i am going to press your reset button now."
anya taylor-joy @ golden globes 2023 / via tiffanyandco ig.
I’ve been a total third wheel all day. It’s been miserable. So, sorry if I wasn't… wasn’t smiling.
Hello 2023. Last year was the worst one in a long time for me. I’ve gained weight, I got chronic tinnitus after a festival in June and I got diagnosed with depression, anxiety and ADHD in October. I’ve been on a waiting list for meds and a psychologist since December. I’ve been told there is a 4 month waiting list for both. The thing is that I’m struggling. It has been hard to do anything besides sleep outside of going to work and I feel like my life isn’t worth living anymore. I’m not inspired to take photos, I don’t go to the movies or to concerts because of my tinnitus, I don’t workout anymore and I just eat crap because I’m too lazy to make food myself. I’m just really depressed. I’ve been here before and it was such a struggle to get out of this headspace back then — and right now I don’t know how I’m going to cope. It’s hopeless when you’re struggling so much and a team of mental health professionals have concluded that you are in need of help, but you can wait up to 4 months to get it… No wonder people die while they are waiting for help.
Lana Del Rey’s Norman Fucking Rockwell