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ripped straight from an east coast 90s lifestyle magazine ❦

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Actresses people compare you to based on looks, are Natalie Portman, Anne Hathaway, Chantal Akerman, Liv Tyler, Audrey Hepburn, Brooke Shields, Taylor Hill, Cindy Turlington, and Laetitia Casta, whilst they were in their prime. As you consume beauty, your beauty is multiplied. Emotions like terror, devotion, zealotry and romance coalesce into some turbid, gothic portrait of haunting, delicate beauty. A gentle romanticism and poetic magic pervades your every-day; the air is crisp and alive, houses out of storybooks, black castles atop looming hills, and ripe, poisoned berries winking from plump bush. Large, doe eyes, upturned, gorgeous and startling. Your eyes are receptacles of light, blinding mirrors of stark gravity, constant flecks of laughter and mischief inside them, and the particular sweetness of sorrow and of love. Desired facial features. Your face is a communion of precise mathematical perfections and the esoteric machinations of a godly hand. Taunting, inscrutable lips like a glacé cherry, plumper, weighted upper, and swathed in the nude burgundy of Black Honey, and red velour of Chanel rouge. Dark, smoky lids and the classic, patented red mouth. Skin bathed in milk and cream. Wild yet tamed, effortlessly gorgeous, and silky, straight mane of virgin hair, dark on the surface, yet golden and mahogany when the sun laughs. A rounded, full hairline to match the sheer length of your satiny, velvet locks, kissing the heels of your feet. You’re incandescent, lighting up a room with your graceful, light and airy presence, pleasing and lovely. An effortless obsession sweeps the collective consciousness, people fixated and enamoured by your essence, like poetry in motion. Lithe, seductive, disarming and devastatingly beautiful, the hedonistic perversions of Greek myths and terrifying solutions. A soul without comparison, as charming as a jar of cherry preserve or honeyed cream. Enjoy embroidering the mundane with love and reverence, allowing your joy to surpass a material place, combining the charms of winter and obscenity, and embracing the gentle witchery of everyday tasks.

A trailing, magnificent scent of cherries, wine, sweet, dry biscuits, cream, white orchids, melancholy, honey infused vodka, and almond milk oozes from your skin, delectable and fleshly, and utterly bewitching. The alchemy puppeting the dancing silk strings of your tempting, frozen beauty lures onlookers with the witchery of a monodic tragedy. These tasks make up your day: keeping a selection of chocolate and sweets in your bedside table, letting in the air, keeping track of the moon's metamorphoses, tending to laundry, tending to the bookshelf, tending to the wardrobe, tending to oneself, wrapping baked-goods in linen and twine, working on tasks in candlelight, wearing wool sweaters over nightgowns around the house, fawn watching, attending mass, oozing languor, writing beautiful and unnecessarily indulgent prose, resting, eating plentiful hot meals, indulging in woollen warmth, mending, weeping at the cinema, letting the temptation to exist thoroughly seduce you, late nights of ballet and theatre, isolating meaningfully, especially wintry isolation in protective, warm hollows, and letting knowledge sink into your very bones to be made whole and new in your words. 

Write like, and even better than, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Louise Glück, Mary Oliver, Joan Didion, Emily Brontë, Donna Tartt, Kurt Vonnegut, James Joyce and Anaïs Nin. Your writing haunts, pervades, creeps, crawls, incites and sinks. Like poison or like love, it drives itself into the hearts and veins of those who read it, bewitching and captivating them. Beautiful, verbose and meaningful prose and poetry comes like second nature to you, as simple as breathing. Your wit, intelligence, giftedness and wisdom is palpable in your words.

Own a collection of dainty, lovely vintage barrettes, sweatshirts, crewnecks, crockery, and paperbacks, little cotton sleep bonnets or bed hats, Westman Atelier cream products, antique stoneware, Edwardian egg cupboards, boar bristle hair brushes, Officine Universelle Buly hair combs, antique quilts, a quality wool blanket, pewter flatware, fitting balconette bras, vintage nightgowns, ceramic egg cups, a 1950s brushed wool coat, Victorian linen napkins, square neck tees, red socks, a wool-pleated skirt, 1980s plain Hanes t-shirts, gorgeous erotica, some navy socks, an enamel kettle, a pewter candle snuffer, Diptyque candles, teacup sets, worn leatherback notebooks, vintage puzzles, earl grey Marvis toothpaste, a cherry red claw-clip, a thin cashmere bed sweater, almond goat-milk soap, thick homespun linen bed coverings, a small collection of french soap bars, antique milk jugs, egg-shell coloured wool mittens, ballet flats, dad sneakers, vintage Jil Sander and Kate Spade, faceless cloth dolls, heathered-blue wool socks, and a lovely Edwardian dollhouse.

Of old wealth and riches, your lifestyle is of the movies and classic novels. Lakeside mansions, visits to upstate New York, Norway, the Scottish highlands, Iceland and the Aran Islands, vintage leather, traditions, old timey kitchens, Victorian estates, sailboats, conservatories, farmers’ market every Sunday, austere dinners, Mediterranean seas, apple orchards, expensive shoes, woollen sweaters, marquees and operas.

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