it’s not living (if it’s not with you), the 1975

The 1975

good things

Not to be dramatic but when will I join a secret society that exists vaguely timelessly where everyone communicates with pretentious quotes :/

Hypothetical dark academia novel in which instead of the crazed obsession being death, it is birth. Imagine a group of teenage girls drunk on the power they have to create life. They consider themselves gods. They drink wine, have bacchanals, and eat fruit in mossy caves on Sunday mornings. They gather every day before school to review the latest scientific discoveries over orange-peel tea. They write plays and raise their voices in excitement over new plot devices and marvel at the endless possibilities they have. The girls are avid feminists; they write essays and speeches about femininity and gender roles. They romanticize Renaissance women. They show up to school in all black, dress shirts rolled up to the elbow, hair in elaborate braids. Imagine the romances, the scheming, the poetry, the art, the speeches, the projects, the philosophical ramblings, the wide-eyed wonder and subsequent ambition.

Tea bags that unfurl like flowers in chipped china cups as they scoff over Hemingway and play with sugar cubes. They climb to the highest branches of cypress trees to listen to the cicadas and look over hillsides at the world women have created, giddy with the idea that human life is held in their hands. They grow their hair out to reach their knees or shave it short to the scalp, so it can never again be pulled by a man who thinks he owns their body. The girls scratch out the pronoun ‘He’, referring to God in books and vow to teach their daughters about Gaia and Hestia, and Athena and Diana. They learn languages to debate and rouse in every tongue they can find books on. 

They talk late into the night about whatever seems important and it makes their blood rattle in their veins when they realise that they’re young, that the whole world is stretched out before them, vast and glorious.

all i want is you and a room full of fairylights.

Tony Stark being happy

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types of people - landscapes

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desert - old maps, tea drinker, earthy colors, late night nostalgia, cigarette smoke, pressed flowers

mountain - crisp shirts, overworked, winter air, early mornings, cursing, conspiracy theories, documentaries

beach - sleeping in, always broke, greek mythology, feeling lost, never gets angry, expensive 

meadow - raspberry muffins, good grades, picnic in a park, sad smiles, comfy pyjamas, doesn’t want to be overlooked

forest - flannel shirts around the waist, logical, the smell of rain, s’mores, inside jokes, expensive coffee

Enjoying the dog days of summer!

The 1975 - TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME (Spotify Music Video)

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