I want you to come back. With me. I want us to be together.
God’s Own Country (2017) // dir. Francis Lee

@juliaswh / juliaswh.tumblr.com
I want you to come back. With me. I want us to be together.
God’s Own Country (2017) // dir. Francis Lee
Is this what mitski meant when she said give me one good movie kiss
Everything is going to be alright ladies. It’s taking fucking forever but are we not here???? Is god not entertained???????
Don’t get it twisted, I been through hell But since I stan Dad, I’m alive and well
Why can’t I just be myself? Why isn’t that possible?
Thelma (2017), dir. Joachim Trier
Achievements of people born into excessive wealth mean nothing I’m sorry
@ Kylie Jenner. Self made my ass
Lo so, siete a bocca aperta. L’opera è di Darian Rodriguez Mederos, classe 1992, artista cubano di cui sentiremo parlare ancora.
via Jacopo Veneziani
The Pacific Ocean is wider than the Moon. Anyway how’s your day going?
dip moon like cookie
in many ways tumblr is truly garbage but the fact that your follower count is not public and there’s no way to become “verified” is so sexy
my friend just said “ah the two genders: beauty standards and loot boxes” when we were standing in the toy aisle and I fucking wish I could take credit
one thing i do want to say though is i think as h*mosexual women but also just as women in general is that we need to recognize that “i’m not performing for men” is only one half of the picture. maybe you don’t want men’s approval but how much do you need women’s acceptance? how much are you smoking and drinking and doing coke and running and dieting and posting about forgetting to eat and performing other kinds of violence for the approval of other women? how much pressure do women put on you to negate the features of your body or your race or your sexuality or anything else…can you get away with stimming around other women? can you get away with not shaving? can you be around your female friends and feel fat without saying “i feel fat” so no one would mistake you for not punishing yourself for what is (erroneously) assumed to be a “transgression” of the body? can you look ugly and know that the female store clerk or the barista or the girl at the sink next to you or the girl on the bus with you or the girl with you on the elevator on the girl you have to squeeze past in the lecture hall to get out of the aisle will be kind and respectful to you and not act disgusted. can you be around your female family members without them commenting on your body? so much masochism and violence remain normalized among women because we say “well I’m not doing it for men, so it’s my choice” but how much are you doing out of a fear of women?