playground love (Theme from The Virgin Suicides)

Thurman 2022-10-09 01:17:30


/Highschool Lover (Theme from The Virgin Suicides)

Downtempo, Electronic, or Ambient Pop... This
whole soundtrack album is alluring The death of a virgin with a strand of hair When a chaotic morning shines her strands of hair in the early morning, when she opens her eyes, all the grace and restraint are gone , the empty court climbs up weakly from the grass, the dress is in a mess Putting on scattered high heels fiery irrational fiery pulling out my heart Trying to smile Bravely to exchange everything Is it worth it The first flash of a hidden headlight in the night A fiery kiss Crazy hug The end of a virgin Maybe this is what I've seen The most tragic end In the extreme depression and long waiting, her anticipation and desire to resist ineffective indulgence and self-destruction can be released . However, her heart is always lonely, and she still longs for love and can't so the Virgin Suicides no pain no love





































no desire

, maybe all these choices are not right or wrong
. For him,
it's just a trial. I
occasionally think of playground love
. After many years, I can still feel emotionless memories. That night
, there was a girl I once liked

only Blame her for being too hot
, too hot, too fast, burning her own
flame too gorgeous, too coquettish
, beautiful, turning to ashes,
suffocating ,

diamond crown,
innocent laughter
, scorching eyes that attract each other,
all
these are sealed in the thick dust, the

nameless tombstone ,
does anyone still remember
There used to be such a beautiful group of virgins who were as delicate
as dew roses ,
innocent but charming





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Extended Reading

The Virgin Suicides quotes

  • Narrator: [Narration] In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the *outrageousness* of a human being thinking only of herself.

  • Narrator: We felt the imprisonment of being a girl.