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and a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch that never, never was
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Anya Taylor-Joy wearing Dior SS23 photographed by Rachel Louise Brown for Harper’s Bazaar
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so much of people’s need for identity is rooted in wanting 2 control others’ perception of them … let it go
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Independent adolescent
Iridescent because she’s untounched
Fled the crimes perpetrated by the shirts undone, backwards caps and unison drinking songs
Witness to the scene with crowds of gleaming teen queens shedding their skin of beauty and brains to be picked by the men masquerading as kings
Only to be left cleaning the mess of a broken dress and distrustful press
Fighting to keep their name replaced by pained disdain for the ways the white almonds on faces stare in place of warm embraces
Independent adolescent reviews templates laid before her by newly formed temptresses that were born from the touch of a demon
She evaded the trenches, unscathed exoskeleton feeding on her pink electric maze,
The horror of witnessing creating a path for distancing
Independent adolescent remains unchanged until the brush of a touch threatens her curated gate that she controls with rage and sage and aged yearnings of escape
She feels safe yet halted in place, iridescent to the untrained glance all due to happenstance of circumstance, yet shades of black and gray eager to spill onto the angel that finally kindly grazes
The independent adolescent
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- “The sky a Prussian blue, the sea awash with sunlight, the beach a cinnamon stretch of sand. From where we stood the garden, high on the cliff, was an undulation of variegated green splashed here and there with the yellows, mauves, pinks of flowering shrubs. Clumps of rosemary and lavender grew like weeds. The profusion of scents intoxicated.”
— Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease
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Ma Belle
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind
