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About Me:
about me:
Aki | fancy chaos |
- INTJ-T, 8w9, aries
- currently a philology high school student
- side interests: art, music, singing, photography, writing
- currently reading: started many of them with no energy so, whatever I feel like atm
- favourite book(s): Norwegian Wood โ Haruki Murakami/Radio Silence โ Alice Oseman
- favourite movie: Dead Poet Society
- favourite artist: MARINA (and the diamonds)
- favourite song: Buck-Tick โ Sakura/Kiss Me Goodbye (always changing tho)
โWhat happens when people open their hearts?โ
โThey get better.โ
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
โI wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I know to do is scream.โ
โPeople move on quicker than I can comprehend. People forget you within days, they take new pictures to put on Facebook and they donโt read your messages. They keep on moving forward and shove you to the side because you make more mistakes than you should.โ
Alice Oseman, Radio Silence
โI cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.โ
โHow about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense.โ
Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis
~ my writings
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More Posts from Itisdreamcatcher
the need of you has passed
new age is coming
blooming, my dearest, is in fashion now
goodbye
-a ghost of a memory
I did a thing...

Windy. Foggy. Cold.
This afternoon was like any other, thatโs what I thought.
The smell of the wet leaves slowly rotting away surrounded me. Wearing a thick wool coat, fighting the freezing wind, I was roaming through the empty streets of a forgotten town. The playful river following me kept me company. Mischievous waves trying to wet my shoes smiled at my poor attempts of avoiding the water splashing around me. The birds flew above me, singing melodies known only to them. The trees made a pathway, guiding me. In front of me was a wooden door. Opening them I saw a meadow. Moonlight lured me into its embrace. I gave in.
There are still tales about the figure dressed in all black, walking aimlessly, its life provided by nature.
โItโs literally impossible to be a woman.
You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?
You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.
You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.
You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.
You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.
You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.
You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.
You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!
You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!
You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.
I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.
And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie
this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.
this acc was to be a personal blog at first
but, because of my Winx Brainrot, I shan't remain just a personal blog
expect winx mood boards, headcanons, short stories, and fics from me
I will be making a master list for all of it, which will be in 'my writing' section, on my pinned post