Eliza Taylor On After Dark

Happy Eretria (◕‿◕✿)

My first day on set, I was 11 years old and I went “this is what I’m gonna do for the rest of my life.”  There’s not been a day when I haven’t felt like that.  Ever.

the fact that i have to be in the “right headspace” to do even the simplest tasks. absolutely humiliating

               1x10 // 3x16

  i. i never fucking loved you. i told you i did, told you i did so much and i never meant it. told you i’d die without you / didn’t know what to do without you / couldn’t live without you. i lied through my teeth. gritted teeth, red lips, & me, lying to you. making you feel good. me, leaving. making you feel so, so bad.

  ii. i loved seeing you break like that. so willing, so pretty – so desperate to fall in love. so i turned myself pretty for you / nice for you / perfect for you. and then i cracked your spine. sticky, wet tear trails on your rosebud cheeks, gasps as your heart shattered. i never loved you but seeing you wrecked, torn in half? perfect.

  iii. here is the truth: i am a heartless murderer and i get off to destruction. you, wondering: why? asking, don’t you miss me? begging, please? a ballet dancer, spinning around in this web of lies. this web of i love yous. the truth hurts, doesn’t it? here, listen closely, let me whisper this in your ear: i never loved you, but there, when you were lying on the bathroom floor, sobbing—there, i almost did.

CONFESSIONS, by esther liv

Zoey Clarke + Quarantine Moods  🛌 🥡 🍷 🙇‍♀️

“I want us to be together for as long as we’ve got, and if that’s not very long, well, then that’s just how it is.”

I  n e e d  y o u . Y o u  l e f t  m e .