A birthday present / Sylvia Plath
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges? I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want. When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking ‘Is this the one I am too appear for, Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar? Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,...
I’ve decided never to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit. Ten minutes...– Anna Karina, Pierrot le Fou (via tat-art)
I wish I could just sleep forever. I used to think it was a scary thought but, now it just sounds like a peaceful experience. It’s not that I hate myself or I wanna die. I just love to dream and, dreaming sounds better than doing anything else. I wouldn’t mind if we didn’t go to heaven and instead we just slept forever and dreamt.
Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is...– H.P. Lovecraft (via misswallflower)
Don’t pay attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches.– Andy Warhol (via blaqmagic)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...– Louise Erdrich (via vvolare)
teacakes: one of television’s most critically underrated shows omg I love them.
“I didn’t have a bad childhood. All of the things I went through were on my own quest for an artistic journey to f**k myself up like Warhol and Bowie and Mick, and just go for it.”