Dominique Swain in Alpha Dog (2006)

wanted, wanted: dolores haze.

like this post if you’d like to see a movie about Dolores’ POV during “Lolita” instead of Humbert, clearly the entire book and movies were in his POV and I’d really love someone to write a screenplay and try and make a movie about it! Coz I love Lolita but not for sick reasons people think! I watch it for Lolita, it is HER story!! It’s a messed up book and movie(s), but I think that’s the point - is to show how paedophile can justify his actions to himself because he “loves” Lolita, but not Dolores, he loves Lolita, the child. I don’t think some people took the book or movie the right way, yes it is sick, that’s the point. But that’s a WHOLE other topic I could go into (sidenote: I’m thinking of starting little mini movie reviews on here idk)…Anyway like this if you think that’d be great to see it in her POV (re-made or something) or chime in with thoughts! :))

Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as “nymphets.”

It will be marked that I substitute time terms for spatial ones. In fact, I would have the reader see “nine” and “fourteen” as the boundaries – the mirrory beaches and rosy rocks – of an enchanted island haunted by those nymphets of mine and surrounded by a vast, misty sea. Between those age limits, are all girl-children nymphets? Of course not. Otherwise, we who are in the know, we lone voyagers, we nympholepts, would have long gone insane. Neither are good looks any criterion; and vulgarity, or at least what a given community terms so, does not necessarily impair certain mysterious characteristics, the fey grace, the elusive, shifty, soul-shattering, insidious charm that separates the nymphet from such coevals of hers as are incomparably more dependent on the spatial world of synchronous phenomena than on that intangible island of entranced time where Lolita plays with her likes. Within the same age limits the number of true nymphets is trickingly inferior to that of provisionally plain, or just nice, or “cute,” or even “sweet” and “attractive,” ordinary, plumpish, formless, cold-skinned, essentially human little girls, with tummies and pigtails, who may or may not turn into adults of great beauty (look at the ugly dumplings in black stockings and white hats that are metamorphosed into stunning stars of the screen). A normal man given a group photograph of school girls or Girl Scouts and asked to point out the comeliest one will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist and a madman,a creature of infinite melancholy,with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine(oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs – the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate – the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

Furthermore, since the idea of time plays such a magic part in the matter, the student should not be surprised to learn that there must be a gap of several years, never less than ten I should say, generally thirty or forty, and as many as ninety in a few known cases, between maiden and man to enable the latter to come under a nymphet’s spell. It is a question of focal adjustment, of a certain distance that the inner eye thrills to surmount, and a certain contrast that the mind perceives with a gasp of perverse delight. When I was a child and she was a child, my little Annabel was no nymphet to me; I was her equal, a faunlet in my own right, on that same enchanted island of time; but today, in September 1952, after twenty-nine years have elapsed, I think I can distinguish in her the initial fateful elf in my life. We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives. I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open, and soon I found myself maturing amid a civilization which allows a man of twenty-five to court a girl of sixteen but not a girl of twelve.

So fucking bored.

Might actually dress up today and take photos. Idk.

Water go brr

Thighs go brr

For the sake of this post I’m in a bathing suit

Am I taking another bath? Yes. Did I use all my bath bombs? Yes.

Pink bath

Bath bombs make me feel like a princess.

If I were to stream literally every day (stuff as simple as just doing every day activities, cooking, drawing, homework) would anyone watch? I feel like y’all deserve more Evermore content and sometimes it’s hard to get up and take photos

(Just like or leave a comment if you’d be interested)

If I opened a store selling various things (art, jewelry, clothes) would anyone be interested? (All handmade stuff)

Please answer using a comment or reblog ❤️ or in dms

deserved the world this movie made me so sad, especially since it’s inspired by true events. truly broke my heart </3

just stayed up all night watching Lolita it was so sad now day ruined </3