#anty’s moodboards

[antyslittleworld]

Trauma Regressor! Sasuke Uchiha moodboard

[ilovecatfr]

How my child self would look at me finding out I can go to any reality I want and instead of going to Barbie dream world I'm risking my life in other reality doing dumb ass shit

[web-of-arachne]

“And God looked the other way”

@/avainblue // antigone, sophocles // @/sinfulscrapbook // unknown // it is right to draw their fur, dave eggers // day after tomorrow - phoebe bridgers // unknown // sun bleached flies - ethel cain // tonight I’m someone else, chelsea hodson // the war of vaslav nijinsky, frank bidart

[myhideoutsong]

“all you do is daydream” god forbid a girl has hobbies

[punkpandapatrixk]

‘Eat the rich!’

Babe, why you saying shit as if being rich were a terrible thing? Everybody wants to be rich and comfortable. Even you want to be rich and comfortable.

You’ll never be rich and comfortable if you nourish that kind of a miser mentality. One day, if the Universe ever grants you rich and comfort, what new mentality are you likely to develop?

A crook mentality. Obviously. And you’ll always be afraid of getting robbed and mobbed. Because you had exactly this type of mindset about the rich prior to becoming ‘one of ‘em’ tsk tsk…

Command your Reality with clear definition. So if you must eat at all…

‘Eat the corrupt!’

Remember to 'detox' by eating nutritious foods from nature as well~ lmao

[nottsim]

casually sitting on my bed, my door is open MIND YOU.

for a second, it’s open😀

i blink, it’s closed😦

i blink again, it’s open😲

i shifted. yes, it’s that easy😁

[hamelinsnightmare]

NO BITCHES?

🧍‍♀️ ❌ 🧍‍♀️ ❌ 🧍‍♀️ ❌ 🧍‍♀️ ❌

[deminetly]

꒰ SUMMER CAMP DR MOODBOARD ꒱

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[rhees-rapture]

[loviebugzie]

ᴊɪɴᴋɪᴇs ! - sᴄᴏᴏʙʏ-ᴅᴏᴏ (2002) ᴅʀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

♬⋆. "yeah, you gotta face it, baby Things go bump in the night~"

dividers ┆ all images from Pinterest!

[antyslittleworld]

Age Regressor! Sasuke uchiha moodboard

[ilovecatfr]

When I say "I miss my s/o" to my friend and they ask "which one" like I'm some ho

[threestargirls]

“and if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon. you are sick, and you’re married. but you’re holding me like water in your hands.” [moon song, phoebe bridgers]

my moodboard for jacob black ♡

[viennaswcrld]

𝓕͟𝗔͟𝗥𝗠𝗘𝗥’𝗦 𝓓𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗥 𝗠͟𝗢͟𝗢͟𝗗͟𝗕͟𝗢͟𝗔͟𝗥͟𝗗͟.

@viennaswcrld

[visualcve]

　　　　　　　　　𝓐RCANE DR 𝓜OODBOARD.

@visualcve ♡ divider credit ୭

[nottsim]

— ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ 𝒽𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓂 ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ quick disclaimer: i scripted out the canon ravenclaw dorm for this, um..masterpiece? it’s pinterest approved, chaos infused and definitely not up to standard ravenclaw aesthetic. sorry, i like my personal space with a side of whimsy and highly overpriced.

and yes, i sleep peacefully knowing that there are no dusty tapestries or whispering paintings in my room. my bed? a trap. productivity doesn’t live here. and to the right, you’ll find the three socks lost to the void (no pun intended) ୨୧

ahem, anyway… not to brag but i may have poured my soul into this mood board for you. so, welcome to the full experience—pretend you're here with me.

way up in the ravenclaw tower, where the air is thin and the academic stress is thicker, you’ll find my dorm, with the best view in the castle and where beauty sleep is taken very seriously. my dorm is a love letter written in soft cotton sheets that feel like whispered secrets, with my dove duvet crinkling with every shift. sigh. can you tell i love my bed? my bed is the kind of cozy that turns waking up into a personal betrayal. yes. it’s that deep. once you’re in, there’s no way out. my canopy drapes like a royal decree that shall remain cozy forever. my pillows? massive. comically oversized. one wrong turn in my sleep and i’m lost in the fluff, never to be seen again. a tragic fate some might say. i highly disagree. my beds comfort level makes me consider skipping morning classes in favor of one more minute (hour) of warmth. alas, i carry the burden of the ravenclaw tendencies..so i drag myself out of my personal cloud and into the cruel, cold world of academia.

beside my bed, you’ll find two nightstands. because symmetry is important, and so is convenience. each has a lamp because i refuse to subject myself to the harsh betrayal of the big light. a glass vase of peonies sit on one of them because, yes. i am both romantic and delicate (my dad sends me them). next to it my silk sleep mask waits, ready to shield me from the cruel reality of early mornings. the wall behind my bed is dressed in classic toile print, all delicate scenes in muted a rose. it looks like it belongs in a countryside manor, the kind with sweeping gardens and letters sealed with wax. very fitting for someone who hoards handwritten notes and thinks too much about which shoes match the mood of the day. what can i say? i needed to feel like i stepped into a historical romance novel every time i walked into my room. sigh. at the foot of this luxurious trap is my little couch seat. it’s expiate solely for dramatic lounging, contemplating life’s biggest mysteries (why i own so many shoes) and acting as my clothing rack for when the wardrobe is an inch too far.

then there’s my vanity/desk hybrid also known as my personal command center. this is where business gets done. makeup, hair, staring contests and my dreaded assignments. it holds everything that makes me feel pretty..and random quills because, i am both beauty and brains. you know how some people have motivational posters? i have a hairbrush that speaks to me in rhinestones and whispered affirmations..beside it? ah, my fragrance, my signature scent if you will. vanilla. it’s not just any vanilla, it’s the vanilla. soft, fresh, sweet. it’s just enough to gain a baker title. skip dessert, this tops it. also. if you read my last post (ily), you’ll know i live in constant fear of bad breath, yes. i’m very particular about how i smell. and, if we’re being completely honest, my whole room smells like vanilla at all times. why? because this fragrance is so powerful that it quietly infiltrates every corner. so, if you're wondering what this room smells like, it’s not vanilla :’)

my mirror you ask? what? this mirror? perched on my vanity like a regal heirloom? ornate, vintage and the closest thing to a masterpiece i’ll own…yet somehow, the real highlight? the little note taped to the corner..Theo’s doing, of course. one of many, because my vanity is where i usually end up when i’m avoiding the black hole that is my bed. i like looking at it…like a little reminder, i am indeed adored. i might’ve spared a kiss for it. it’s still there, slightly smudged, like a love note and a signature all in one. then there’s a bear and a bunny, aka me and Theo in stuffed animal form. the bear naturally, wears a slytherin tie. because even in plush form Theo has to be extra. together? they’re like our tiny, fluffy alter egos, silently judging my makeup skills.

what else is crammed into my room, you ask? my box of pictures. because naturally, i must document everything like a historian with a flair for the dramatic. most pictures are taken with my beloved pink digicam which i treat like a priceless artifact..if you zoom in you’ll get a visual representation of how much free time i have. and speaking of prized possessions? allow me to introduce my holy grail of footwear..(that rhymed). anyways. my repetto ballerinas. these shoes are the unsung heroes of my chaotic life. they’re sleek, they’re chic, and they somehow manage to elevate every outfit..at least from the ankles down.

and here we are, the grand finale of the tour, where the chaos meets its inevitable, slightly tragic, conclusion. anyways. that was my dorm, basically the physical embodiment of my brain, trapped within four walls. it’s a curated ecosystem at this point. questionable priorities, comfort and clutter tied together with a deep sense of regret and the sheer unwillingness to leave my bed.

from my bed, 𝐣𝐚𝐬 “𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨” ୨୧