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diaryofaprettyprincess · 6 months

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#priscilla presley #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla #priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #dollette #lanadelrey #lizzygrant #coquettegirl #coquetteaesthetic #teengirlblogger #sofia coppola #priscilla #sparkle jump rope queen #coquette girl #diaryofaprettyprincess #sofia coppola movies #sofia coppola aesthetic #sofia coppola film

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vickstercoded · 8 months

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#outfit inspiration #model off duty #coquettegirl #coquette #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #girlblogger #girlblogging #pink pilates princess #pinkcore #pastel princess #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del rey vinyl

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cherricolaaa · 1 month

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Of course, I find him attractive, n what about it?

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venice-witch60s · 5 months

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#mine #coquettegirl #coquette dollette #just girly things #just girl stuff #mascara #lip gloss #i love makeup #girlblogger #coquette #girlblogging #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #girlblog ♡#lana del rey aesthetic #coquette dollete

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lovesclinic · 4 months

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬!┊synopsis: press needs you to read him to sleep, and he actually seems, shy?

reader x press

the phone ringing lights up the dark room, press?

"hey Y/N."

well shit his voice even sounds hot at like 3 AM, no fair.

"what do you want press,"

sighing tiredly, she muted herself, waiting for press' response.

the girl groaned and jumped up to sit on the bathroom bench, right next to the sink, her back leaning against the mirror with a posture that would send her mother into a fit.

a soft chuckle filled with sleep could be heard on the other side of the line as she clicked to unmute.

"can't sleep." while press' usual gruff tone was still missing, his short sentences were very much present.

a beat passed while she waited for press to say anything else.

why is his sleeping patterns my problem?

"abby said somethin' about your magic stories making her sleep or whatever, so jus, just do that."

press was stuttering and repeating himself, almost in a flustered manner.

had she made the infamous matt press, nervous?

"so you want me, to tell you a story, to sleep?" she asked incredulously,

were brodie and max listening on the other side, filming and snickering at her embarrassment?

but it was almost three in the morning, and besides press and herself, everyone had gotten high out of their minds.

what story would she even read to him?

"uh, yeah sure, just a short one though," surprised at her own words, she agreed without much need of persuasion from his side.

"ok." press almost whispered, she could hear him shuffling around on wherever he was.

was press still at brodies? or had he gone home?

on the other side of the line, press was settling in to his bed, all alone.

if the boy were to walk into the hallway, he'd still be alone.

stroll down stairs, through the living room, the kitchen, he would still be alone.

so while it was a selfish act for press to call ana, he needed to not be alone.

and no other contact in his phone could make make press forget that he's alone, and sad, like ana can.

"doesn't even have to be your story, just talk, read a book from abby's room,"

press mumbled as he laid so that the bottom of the phone where the speaker was, was placed right beside his ear, laying on his side, facing the phone.

ana was too caught up in what to read him and how his voice sounded when it was raspy and strained with sleep.

so caught up she didn't stop to think about how he had known she was at abby's house and not her own.

press had been woken up by the absence of ana's warmth curled up in his lap, followed by a thump or two, and a distant laugh, light and amused coming from the stairs.

press heard the two voices of ana and abby leaving together, and in his sleepy haze, press wished he had been able to say goodbye.

"i'll just grab a book from abby's desk, one second," placing the phone on the bench at the lowest volume possible so not to wake up abby.

she creaked open the bathroom door, tiptoeing to abby's desk, picking up the first book she could see before locking herself back in the bathroom.

she really hoped that abby didn't have to pee anytime soon.

she looked at the book she had picked up, realising now with the light helping her see, that she had picked up animal farm, the school book they were studying in english.

"is it okay that it's animal farm?" she didn't really know why she was asking his opinion, seeing as they weren't friends, really they would fit more in the enemy category before tonight.

"anything just start reading, please." Press mumbled, in that in between state of awake and asleep.

flipping to a page somewhere in the middle, ana began to read from chapter 5,

"All that year the animals worked like slaves. But they were happy in their work;" she read,

"but any animal who absented himself from it would have his rations reduced by half. Even so, it was found necessary to leave certain tasks-" and read.

she read until she could hear snores from through the phone.

she read for a bit longer after that too, not quite wanting to hang up just yet.

as the time spent on the phone call rounded to almost an hour and a half, ana knew she should've hung up by now, any friend, or enemy would have.

"good night press." she clicked the large red button, the beep sounding out twice signalling her ending the call.

she was exhausted.

she hardly ever stayed up this late for anything other than studying, and never because some boy had asked her to read to him.

she carefully slid back into bed with abby, wrapping an arm around and cuddling to her warm body as if she had been there for the whole night.

however, she was met with the rigid freezing up of abby's body, as she suddenly turned around to face ana in a a flash, awake brown eyes narrowing at her.

"why were you in the bathroom for so long?" abby asked in a sharpened tone, raising a hand to rub her own eyebrows, as if to ward off a headache.

she quickly raised the book still in her hand in response,

"reading."

technically not a lie, ana was reading, just not only for her own enjoyment.

abby nodded, all tightness gone as she now leaned into her embrace, the scent of her soothing vanilla scented hair products filling the her senses.

"nerd." abby muttered, seemingly already deep in sleep, soon followed by her.

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cinnamongirlxq · 6 days

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alliferrari · 4 months

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i will get a boyfriend in 2024

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whoresematary · 5 months

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#girlblogging #coquettegirl #coquette #ballerina #balletcore #just girly things #girl interrupted syndrome #cute #hyperfemininity

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xoxomercedesdream · 2 years

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my own personal diary

#girlblog #girlblogger #girlblogging #blogging #girly things #girly #tumblr #dear diary #coquette #coquettegirl

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rosesandvanity · 4 months

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bunny by mona awad — a reflection

i can definitely say that i enjoyed and highly relate with this book in a sense that me, a girl in art school whos also trying to develop a strong online image for myself centered on my creative endeavors or fashion focused visuals, could see just how absurd the creative space is? i relate to samantha, putting myself in a creative, subjective field and putting myself in a space where the most absurd forms of critique or experimentation is so common, all the while developing judgements against these methods.

putting yourself through the ringer, through pain, through trauma and experiences you never really wanted to experience is what makes your art tasteful, thoughtful, informative, compelling and all these other adjectives that make art art. which just isn’t the case for all people. yes, art of the most compelling and thought provoking nature can be created through trauma as a way of coping, but should i subject myself to a horrendous experience just so that i can receive comments like “you can feel their pain, it is truly a beautiful piece of work.” i find that this obsession with the morbid, gore and negative emotions can appear like fronts or facades. they seem hollow, almost cynical.

i relate to the book in a way that i want to so desperately fit in the mold other girls have put that it momentarily makes me lose my own identity of myself.

i want to be that secret history, camilla macaulay, a morbid longing for the picturesque, obsessed artist type so bad. this this is the brandish of woman i want to achieve

that dark red romantic victorian almost gothic aesthetic (which is my reiteration of the aesthetic i just illustrated above) which i cureated made me lose sense of what i actually wanted to look like and feel.

this book did a marvelous job of putting into writing the experience of almost becoming the kind of girl i try my best not to be. they truly are my bunnies except im not samantha, a ghost of my own shell. this isn’t to say that consuming the secret history or if we were villains or gone girl, virgin suicides, any heavily dark academia, femcel, woman rage, obsessed artist, depressed writer centric piece of media immediately shoves you into that box or makes you pretentious but rather in my observations of the internet that is around me, people embrace the titles and stories without actually understanding what the themes entail or are trying to criticize. the internet, though vast and brimming with knowledge, has the tendency to only appreciate and consume things at face value without any real meaning or understanding of what that media is.