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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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every time the media reduces the hunger games to a YA love triangle type novel i die a little bit inside
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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REALLLLLLLL no coz literally preach every word girl
The way I genuinely want this woman who is like 30 years older than me. And while I have mommy issues and also look up and admire her, I genuinely find her so so fucking attractive. Her brains, personality, clothes and analysis? Yeah obviously but like honestly I just find her hot.
Like she might be old enough to be my mom and she's not conventionally attractive (whatever that means) but it doesn't make me want her any less, physically?
Is that insane???
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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sleepy!
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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sorry but if you're a florence and the machine stan then ur automatically an oldest/only daughter with intense amounts of bottled up rage who talks back to your father. also ur queer. i don't make the rules i just enforce them
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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“happiness hit her like a bullet in the back”
- florence welch, dog days are over (2009)
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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nothing matters 🫧
even when the cold comes crashing through,
i’m putting all my bets on you.
i hope they never understand us!
i put my heart inside your palms,
my home in your arms,
now we know:
nothing matters…
NOTHING MATTERS!
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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“and i watch you; like prey to a hawk but like love to me” 💝
sweet, sweet, infatuation. i found my religion in the stretch of your skin, the wave of your hair, the shine of your eyes.
to love is to devote myself to you, to be on my knees in prayer, repenting my heart and confessing your name. to love is to be devastated, to be desperate and lustful, to burn for you from deep inside.
touch me, taint me with your hands, condemn me to my own damnation until i can no longer fight the tears that are falling. god knows whether my love for you is optimism or mere ignorance but the less i know the better, rose tinted glasses perched on the bridge of my nose.
i exist only within this lovesick haze, sticky skin, long limbs, and words for you that i cannot speak aloud. my bible is every thought of you that fills my lovelorn mind, the image of a cross sitting in the dip of your neck. you’d be my crucifix and i your believer, wait for the fever to break but it never does.
i fear i’ll long forever, condemned to pine for the forbidden fruit, the sweet sacrifice only we would make. it tastes of citrus, sweat, and my tears. my heart pumps your blood and yours mine, we are all and nothing and nothing and all.
i’ll kiss your back and trace stars, grieving us with the grace of a swan and the face of a lover. you taste of all things sweet and smell of a heaven that i still don’t believe in. although you are still my faith, i have my doubts in my heart of hearts and my mind of minds. a kiss would submit my soul to yours but would not ensure the truth of all the pretty things i don’t believe.
my hand brushes against your hip, a quick motion, a simple touch, but my love burns with the heat of a thousand fires when your atoms are close to mine. nimble fingers, they twirl with the hair at the nape of your neck, i splay my hands along your back, we indulge ourselves.
you are an arrhythmia i would rather die than ever be without, a dream that i forgot about after i woke up. this is my testament, my love letter to you, a yearning that will be felt from beyond the horizon. this is my damnation, my salvation, and my crucifixion, all in one.
is it possible that you will be my greatest love of all?
is it fair?
they say all’s fair in love and war but for now, i can’t tell the difference between the two.
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izabellathegreatest · 2 months
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🎀 hi! if you’re new here, don’t worry because i am too. i like to talk shit and i have lots of big opinions so here i am!!!
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