back in my day, ‘coquette’ was called ‘nymphet’, but you can’t call it that anymore. because of woke. instead of dior lip oil and camisoles with pink ribbons, it was all about heart shaped sunglasses and cherries. are you writing this down?
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ignoring everything else why would they not just put "coming to" above the netflix logo instead of saying netflix twice. fatal design flaw no redeeming qualities
need megan fox to start dressing like monica bellucci instead of like an onlyfans kawaii mommy egirl. she should hire me as her stylist, i can visually cement her as the timeless sex symbol she is
seeing kristen stewart utilise her stuttery twitchy vibe to play an obsessive weird girl in a cronenberg movie and robert pattinson being super uncomfortable and sullen for an almost unanimously loved bruce wayne feels like the completion of my life, i can bow out gracefully now
barbie and poor things need to work out an even split between the costume and production design oscars. they're also such perfect companion pieces when you think about it, an offbeat young woman discovers the ennui and cynicism of adult life etc
no man will ever have as much game as rudolph valentino, who had over 100,000 women attend his funeral; many of whom became hysterical and/or fainted during the service & also mysterious veiled figures visiting his tomb to mourn for years
nara smith is just a cooking show for the internet age, i like to watch her bake impractical desserts wearing couture gowns and talking like she’s on quaaludes because i know it is all a bizarre and beautiful artifice
will forever stan rooney mara purely for the fact that she actually got all the piercings and cut off all her hair 2 play lisbeth salander and just walked around irl like this for like a year
i want the haunting beauty of an actress in a b-movie from the 70s with really dramatic eye makeup who you look up on the internet afterwards and it turns out it was the only film she ever acted in before she died in a tragic carbon monoxide poisoning incident
when i'm getting ready i hold my eyeliner pen between my index and middle finger like an aging starlet with a cigarette reminiscing on her turbulent past
me after listening to ethel cain: i am the face of love's rage. i've killed before and i'll kill again. heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned. i am no good, nor evil- i simply am.
the cafe employee just trying to take my order: um
this elvis movie being the new trendy thing for teen girls to be into is actually ruining my life! i don't know how anyone can read her book and come away feeling anything but like disturbed omfg.. he gave psychedelics to a fifteen year old like charles manson
i also love that he was like notoriously average at acting but he was just so damn romantic in like a miserable byronic way that everyone was obsessed with him
when i say i hate men please know i am not talking about eduardo saverin as played by andrew garfield in the 2011 drama "the social network" directed by david fincher
the slick back hairstyle is the worst thing to happen to my generation, taking your freshly washed bouncy voluminous hair and scraping it back into an unflattering tight bun and then hairspraying it into a crunchy helmet is a perversion of everything that is good and beautiful
house of the dragon is like “alright this is rhaenyra, rhaenys, rhaena, aemond, vaemond, daemon, lucerys, jacaerys, jaehaerys, and jaehaera. they all have the same wig on. fuck you.”