Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...– Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
Every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic...– Tina Fey (via wryer)
milwke: why are you acting different? ):
gore-pop: bite the hand that feeds tap the vein that bleeds down on my bended knees i’d break the back of love for you
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better,...– Sylvia Plath (via revoult)
I’m not saying we should have sex but we should
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some...– Anaïs Nin (via pariswiwe)
Stop ruining love by wanting it so bad.– Derrick Brown (via becuzyoureawhore)
He thinks I suffer from depression. But I’m just quiet. Solitude and depression...– Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories (via motelsandcoffeecups)
You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you?...– Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via endangerment)
childlimbs: i hate it when people tell women what to act like. act “classy don’t act slutty, girls don’t swear, drink, take drugs or poo”. guess what? we take giant craps, we burp, we fart, we drink or take drugs if we want, we will act like a “slut” because there is nothing wrong with enjoying sex. so to all who think women should act “classy”, my next dump is for you xoxo
fawncry: sometimes i think i’m in love with everybody and in like with nobody i want to kiss all of you but i don’t want to touch any of you do you understand?
fawncry: everything you’ve ever said is written on my flesh and i bathe in bleach every fucking night, but the ink won’t fade the love won’t go, it just stays like a stubborn mule sillborn and i suppose the bleach is made from the tears of my mother, when she found my journal all terrifying and confronting, as if i was some junkie in some alley, writing letters to Satan in the mania of a bad...
I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if...– Ernest Hemingway, from ‘A Farewell to Arms’ (via try-st)
You’re inside me