dusk, old perfume bottles, cotton sheets, dried rose petals, hand written love letters, old buildings on a street made of stone, ballet, copper, dark lipstick, melted wax candles, grand architecture, rivers that run through cities, women in silk dresses, ballrooms, doves, lavender, gold jewelry, french tipped nails, chandeliers, the women’s powder room, glasses of champagne, harps, long lashes, and lipstick stains on blushing cheeks

i was trying to forget abt it but the last time i took doggish to the vet the lady at the desk told me her 12 yr old daughter dyed her hair pink a while ago n how it was nice to see my hair bc it made her seem more normal?? n i mentioned that i was abt that age when i first dyed mine n she went “damn, i guess i’ll have to grin and bear it for a few more years” like…..okay good job insulting me to my face

moths, willow trees, grey cotton dresses, dusty windows, old books, creaky wooden floors, broken clocks, howling winds, cluttered attics, woolen socks, piano duets, chests full of lost things, wax candles, foggy mornings, miles of rolling hills, sudden rainstorms, aged photographs, windchimes, echoes, wooden railings with intricate details, wardrobes, dirty mirrors, drawers full of buttons, and forgotten love letters

Ok. Why is no one talking about Birdsong? Or the horrible, broken way Eddie Redmayne delivers, “That’s why she left,” and then proceeds to full on break down, ugly sob, taking me down with him for the rest of the damn movie? Like yeah, I love Newt, Newt is wonderful and adorable, and well played, but guys, Stephen Wraysford is where its at. Also, if you haven’t seen The Danish Girl, please, watch it. It’s a beautiful film.

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