what if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my miiiiiinnd? one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, oh, what a way to diiiiiiee! i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts! without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.
im a simple girl i want auroras and sad prose i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet cause i haven't moved in years and i want you right here
the tumblr and pinterest girlies have made me realize that i am not the only one thinking my silly thoughts and that we all in fact are crazy and share at least a third of our brain cells
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits originally published 1982
All Too Well
Inspired Wallpaper
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"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favourite