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Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky

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innate   urge   to   throw   a   tantrum,   like   her   four   year   old   self   would   when   daddy   said   the   word   'no'   -   rare   occurrence   she   still   can't   fully   grasp.   a   mental   push,   there's   strength   in   numbers   with   gorgeous   brunette   next   to   her   as   posture   is   rightened,   sight   that   grandparents   would   adore   to   see   -   the   perfect   grand   daughter   swathed   in   shades   of   blue.   isa's   cranium   shakes   softly   as   strands   of   chocolate   fall   out   of   high   ponytail,   chosen   words   selfish   compared   to   the   compassionate   nature   lena   exudes   ⸻   she   wants   penelope   to   be   cherished   and   done   right,   while   bella   just   wants   this   horror   show   to   be   over   and   move   on.   "   all   publicity   isn't   necessary   good   publicity,   i   do   not   care   what   those   marketing   majors   say.   "   new   yorker   thumbs   her   straw,   unconsciously   trying   to   dent   fingerprint   into   paper   material.   "   she   deserves   more   and   we   deserve   peace   ⸺   is   it   too   much   to   ask   for   a   normal   senior   year   ?   law   enforcement   on   campus   freaks   me   out   and   i   wouldn't   be   surprised   if   they're   doing   illegal   things   to   find   out   the   truth.   "   it   bothers   her,   it   shouldn't   bother   someone   innocent   yet   it   eats   isabella   alive,   nibbles   on   her   ribcage   to   savor   her   heart   as   final   treat.

 her   voice   cuts   through   the   low   hum   of   the   space   —   lena's   sitting   beside   her,   legs   crossed   at   the   ankle,   fingers   curled   around   a   half-drank   cappuccino   she   didn't   touch   in   twenty   minutes.   her   head   turns   just   slightly,   slow   and   deliberate,   like   she's   trying   not   to   break   under   the   weight   of   the   moment.   glossed   lips   part   like   she's   about   to   say   something,   but   then   she   just   breathes.   steady.   controlled.   and   then   :   “   of   course,   they   are.   ”   she   says,   voice   low   and   cutting   like   velvet   over   a   blade.   “   a   tragedy's   just   another   branding   opportunity   if   you're   heartless   enough,   ”   she   looks   away   —   out   the   window   maybe,   or   nothing   at   all.   her   fingers   drum   against   the   porcelain   cup,   the   only   outward   sign   of   what's   boiling   under   her   skin.   “   penelope   deserves   more   than   photo   slideshow   and   hors   d’oeuvres,   ” 

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the   warm   air   reminds   her   of   the   last   few   days   before   penelope's   untimely's   death   -   serene   as   time   ticked   by   only   hourglass   broke   into   pieces   for   one   of   them,   glass   shards   mingling   with   the   sand.   brunette   misses   the   salt   breeze,   surrounded   by   a   romance   language   ⸻   now,   she's   back   on   campus   and   everything   has   changed.   laptop   thrown   haphazardly   in   her   brown   leather   back,   strap   straining   under   weight   digging   into   dainty   shoulder,   isa's   looking   for   silence   -   both   in   her   mind   as   around   her.   the   temple's   a   safe   option,   everyone   must   be   avoiding   it   anyway.   pillowy   lips   part   -   open   like   rose   petals   in   sunlight   -   as   hazel   eyes   take   in   childhood   friend,   the   one   that   got   away   as   new   yorker   misses   him   dearly.   words   refuse   to   leave,   strange   behavior   for   the   usually   articulate   one,   too   afraid   to   disturb   whatever   is   happening   in   the   garden.   a   predator   waiting   before   eagerly   pouncing   on   its   prey,   but   they're   friends,   right   ?   "   skipping   class   actually,   "   she   responds,   voice   strained   as   isabella   says   anything   to   keep   the   conversation   flowing.   a   good   two   shoes,   perfect   attendance   until   now.   time   doesn't   stand   still.

👤for @shesloved 📍[ THE TEMPLE, OUTSIDE GARDEN ]

he doesn't usually like spending time at the temple, but he'll always make an exception for the garden. especially in today's weather, the sun creating soft shadows that spill gently across the grass, pond shimmering in the gentle breeze. yeongmin sits with his back to the stone by the entrance, sketching the lotus flowers standing tall in the water into his leather-bound sketchbook. a shadow casts over the page he's working on, and when he looks up, he squints slightly, puts a hand to shade his eyes, to make sure that the sunlight isn't playing tricks on him. isa. it's the first time he's seen her this semester. when was the last time they really spoke ? he knows that he can just stand up now, close his sketchbook and leave, let the past rest, sand at the bottom of an hourglass one cannot turn over. but there's something about the garden — how the soft grass reminds him of lying in central park as a kid, or how the sun kissing his skin feels like a summer lost to time, or how the distant sound of the tennis court reminds him of how often he used to lose to isa when they were young. something about the garden that makes a part he locked away want to fall back into naivete and reach, to disturb the hourglass. “ have a break between classes ? ” he asks, and the shape of the words don't feel right. useless words, the kind of small talk he hates, like he's talking to a stranger.

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hazel   hues   are   burning   as   brunette   keeps   eyes   hooked   on   the   brightness   of   macbook   screen   -   nose   scrunches   while   fingers   mindlessly   grab   her   matcha   latte.   "   can   you   believe   the   mail   the   administration   just   sent   out   ?   they're   hosting   a   remembrance   for   penelope   -   you'd   think   they   want   this   entire   thing   to   stop   but   they're   just   getting   more   media   attention   with   this   stunt,   "   isabella   rambles,   caffeinated   by   her   second   cup   of   the   green   tea.   fingers   swipe   against   her   nose,   pressing   hard   against   natural   bronzed   skin   as   if   she   could   swipe   off   the   exhaustion   and   filth   of   family   friend's   death.

𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:   matcha   your   own   business

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mirror palais

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⋆˚࿔  [  elise  hoogerdijk,  cis  woman,  she  +  her  ]  hey,  i  think  i  just  ran  into  ISABELLA  VAN  RENSSELAER  at  MATCHA  YOUR  OWN  BUSINESS  !  you  mean  the  TWENTY  TWO  year  old  SENIOR  studying  POLITICAL  SCIENCE  AND  ENGLISH  LITERATURE  DOUBLE  MAJOR  known  for  their  VINTAGE  ALHAMBRA  MALACHITE  PENDANT  AND  MATCHING  BRACELET  HIDDEN  UNDERNEATH  A  BURBERRY  TRENCHCOAT  PAIRED  WITH  SOME  MEDIUM  WASH  BAGGY  DENIMS  AND  BASEBALL  CAP  around  MONTGOMERY  COLLEGE  ?  according  to  the  records,  they  are  recognized  for  their  involvement  in  TENNIS  and  PRINCE  HONOR  SOCIETY.  word  goes  that  they  are  part  of  the  𝖳𝖤𝖭  𝖮𝖥  𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖲,  but  no  way  that  they're  tangled  in  that  web  of  secrecy  ⏤  i  mean  their  vibes  are  way  to  similar  to  SPENCER  HASTINGS  and  LAUREL  CASTILLO  to  be  in  a  secret  society,  right  ?  whatever,  their  admissions  application  to  prince  reminds  me  of  never  a  god  in  the  biblical  sense,  temptress  meant  for  worship  ⸺  sacrifices  brought  to  your  altar  /  when  will  your  sick  devotion  to  the  craft  finally  be  answered  by  the  devil,  when  will  you  finally  win    +    seven  -  point  plan  detailing  how  to  start  a  political  revolution  like  the  french  annotated  in  matcha  green  marker  and  matching  sticky  notes    +    rage  lurking  beneath  statuesque  surface  ⸺  fairy  with  clipped  wings,  caged  in  a  palace  of  siberian  ice  and  snow:  cruel  and  deadly  /  patiently  abiding  time  before  your  anger  disrupts  as  vesuvius,  turning  everything  it  touches  into  ash    +    your  signature  move,  head  tilts  and  thick  lash  -  framed  bambi  eyes  with  teeth  nibbling  on  pouty  lips  ⸺  you  taste  like  strawberries  in  early  summer,  or  maybe  that's  the  reputation  they're  trying  to  cultivate.  while,  ISA  claims  not  to  be  involved  with  that  one  student's  murder,  the  FBI's  still  got  their  eye  on  them  ⸻  let's  hope  they�� can  afford  a  good  attorney.  good  luck  with  the  new  academic  year,  and  don't  get  into  too  much  trouble  this  semester  .ᐟ

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#𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱,   dependent   collective   of   highborn   aristocrats,   as   crafted   and   penned   by   𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩.   script   exclusively   written   for   @   𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆   ⸺   do   not   interact   if   not   affiliated.   

𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙾𝙵   𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚂:   never   -   stopping   longing   for   the   ripped   away   spring   of   your   life,   with   gnashing   sharp   teeth   and   bloodied   fingers   you   hold   on   to   the   buried   debris   of   𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾   𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌.   the   self   -   romanticization   of   the   great   war   fought   between   the   dichotomy   of   your   soul   ⸺   𝘸𝘩𝘰   𝘢𝘳𝘦   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺   beyond   the   expectations   of   your   ancestors   ?   a   curse   /   a   𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎,   whispers   of   bewitching   prose   that   are   prayers   of   pure   magic   ⸺   crafted   lies   so   intricate   you   fall   for   your   own   tricks.

isabella   van   rensselaer,   pinterest   +   google   docs

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Immoral Tales (Walerian Borowczyk, 1973)

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elise  hoogerdijk  via  instagram

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No no no don't give up, you are a woman, you must thrive

OK true women deserve to prosper . Staying alive for feminist reasons

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Amuck!/Alla ricerca del piacere (Silvio Amadio, 1972)

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