Guys look at this beautiful still of Elsa. Take a minute to appreciate all the fine details. Like if you look close enough, she has freckles. How about her fingernails, even though they’re out of focus. The shimmering of the snowflake pins in her hair. The depth and level of shine in each sequin on her dress. the tiny outline of threads on her sleeves. Her hair, my god her hair. Here we can see it isn’t actually white but platinum blonde. And there are some fly away hairs too. How about her small amount of blush? Her eyelashes. If you look close enough, you can see the eyelashes toward the center of hr face. Her eyebrows man. They aren’t perfect and plucked. Look at them. They are realistic with hairs that are growing more towards her nose bridge. The level of shading throughout the picture, even behind her. But most importantly her expression. It’s not an angry expression at all. It’s defensive because she’s under attack. She’s focused on her target and determined to defend herself. Just the details in this movie….Such beauty!!!
U used to have this for your meal. #past
People have been asking how you are and where you’ve been, but all I tell them is that you broke my heart and walked away like nothing happened. I mean, yeah it really fucking sucked for me the first week, and the next, and the one after that. But it’s whatever now. I’m used to the fact that you’re gone. I’m just indifferent now. I don’t have too many overwhelming feelings anymore, just bits and pieces of old memories that make me wince every now and then because it cuts like glass. I try to remind myself that new ones replace the old ones. (Memories, I mean). It’s almost depressing to think that at one point, we thought that we were inseparable and that nothing could tear us apart. You even said it yourself. Isn’t it funny how the person who claimed us to be inseparable was the same person who tore us apart? Yes, you. The one who made me feel like I’ve never felt before. The one that I loved more than anything. But also the one who left me with nothing. Not even closure, not even the truth. I think that’s what I really need, but if I hear your voice or see your name light up on my phone screen, I might spontaneously combust. I’m doing fine, really. I think I’m getting better without you. I don’t need a good morning text to get through the day anymore, or the sweet lies you used to tell me. (Back then I thought it was the truth. I know better now). Sometimes I think maybe we’re not for each other because I was taught that love never gives up. You gave up on me. All the things, thoughts, and emotions I invested on you. You gave that all up. I wanted to be everything you needed but I just wasn’t enough. You replaced me but I’m erasing you and I’m happy. I was taught that love never gives up, but now I’m giving up on you like you have up on me. I guess it means I don’t love you anymore.
EXACTLY how I’ve been feeling. Never thought I could find this here which was previously used to express all my thoughts. Now it’s nothing but a dead space to me.
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I wish I could have my own room. Doesn’t need to be so fanciful, just a room for my own personal space.