She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via bluemoon-girl) |
reblog if you ARE bisexual, SUPPORT bisexuals, or are a FIVE-HUNDRED FOOT TALL AMPHIBIOUS MONSTER arising out of the MARIANA TRENCH
Later that night
I held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
Where does it hurt?
It answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
I held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
Where does it hurt?
It answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
“
| — | Warsan Shire (via exoticwild) |
It took a special kind of guts to be a fuck up as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie, He’ll be a hero, and you’ll be an ugly fat crack whore who deserves to die.
“
| — | Courtney Love (via fckrt) |
