little light lady

ZENDAYA by Daniel Jackson for Vogue Australia

A bit of advice for being a boss. Hire your best friend.

contrary to popular belief, i knew everything when i was young

easier than lying // halsey

ZENDAYA — 78th Venice International Film Festival

THE LOUVRE

me [completely out of touch with my feelings, trying to describe an emotion]: I feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skin off

I truly don’t really, like, think of myself [on being famous] that way I suppose, but when I get recognized for ‘Drivers License,’ it’s definitely different, or other songs that I’ve written. That’s always like a cool feeling, ‘cause I think I’m so myself with my songs, so when people are like, “Oh, I love your songs,” it feels like I’m being seen, like, very deeply. So the songwriter’s dream, to have people resonate with the songs that are close to your heart.

SOUR (2021) OLIVIA RODRIGO 

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Sometimes, Luke watches Julie onstage or watches her mouth as she babbles about something funny at school or observes how she looks at him when he comes up with a lyric she likes, and he comes close to laying it all out on the table.

How he feels about her. How hopelessly he follows her and loves her despite knowing he'll never be enough.

He considers proclaiming, begging, with a list of everything that he could do for her even if it wasn't much.

He can't last in her world. He can't take her out to dinner and argue with her over the check or wrap his arm around her in the halls. All that he can provide is waiting arms when she gets home, and adoration so unwavering that he was willing to give up music for it.

She can have the shirt off of his back even if she doesn't need it. He'll support her in anything and everything she does. He'll sit in Carlos' room when the younger Molina needs to talk to a fresh face and he'll teach the kid guitar like he's Luke's own little brother.

He would willingly die for her again - he doesn't need to have another chance at fame, he doesn't need his name on anything. She could be the only one who knows, and as long as his name lingered in her mind, he could be proud of his sacrifice.

He can't give her much. He can't give her normal. He can't give her any peace.

But he can love her after the stars burn out, and he can love her when everyone and no one is around. He can hug her and keep her warm on the cold days that sink into her bones with sadness.

She's given him the chance to reimagine his career, his life, with her - her mind is so vast and yet Luke wonders if he's important enough to fit in it. He knows the details of their situation can flaw the whole idea of them being together.

And he wonders how much it holds her back.

And he wonders if there is anything that would be enough to get her to reconsider.

(Sometimes, Love isn't enough. And it scares the shit out of him - because it's all he has to offer her.)

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inspired by a comment on this ficlet drabble i posted earlier from @endlessummerafternoons & the song peace by Taylor Swift, of course.

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

the true meaning of life is to dance in a storm in your best dress fearless at least once

i keep thinking of this

“No jokes?”

when fleabag said love isn’t something weak people do and i want someone to tell me how to live my life because so far i think ive been getting it wrong and women are born with pain built in and people are all we’ve got and the only person i’d run through an airport for is you and i love you it’ll pass and i think you know how to love better than any of us that’s why you find it all so painful