I am buried beneath clothes
Layers upon layers of sweaters
Scarves noose my neck
As belts cinch my waist
I am buried beneath makeup
Mascara coating my eyelashes
My foundation paints a wall
As lipstick drowns my words
I am buried beneath branding
My favorite books build a terrace
A mosaic of who I am
Or what my songs disguise me to be
But nobody knows what my eyes
Look like late at night,
When I scribble down fantasies
Of a time before being buried.
~loveslays
the sheer amount of john mulaney references on this website is astounding, it’s like a new language that everyone here understands, someone could post DUCKLINGS without any context and we’d still get it
Lara jean and Peter + being domestic as fuck.
white girls are having a crisis, y’all.
Camila + Glasses
when im playing out a daydream scenario in my head and i catch myself trying to rush to The Good Part™:
Moving the popcorn was totally Noah. I didn’t ask him to do it. Kitty didn’t place it there every time, but she did that time and he was clever enough to figure out how to move it while throwing a pillow and leaning over, and I thought that was brilliant so we kept that take. The spin in the back pocket was also Noah. He did it in the rehearsal and I was like, “That is beautiful, we’re going to change the shot around!” [x]
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DONT BE FOOLED BY THE PINK
there’s a million dogs i haven’t pet - but just you wait, just you wait
just a bunch of posts about things i like and the occasional poem... positivity always :)
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