You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. colors. (via se7enteenblack)
Darling, all night Sylvia Plath, “Fever 103°.” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via slowfuture)
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
There are things in my mind I’ve locked away, and there are things that run wild and free. jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain. Catherine Breillat, The Last Mistress (via call-me-good-girl)
Let boys ruin your lipstick, not your mascara. Basteteyes (via basteteyes)
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