"I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can."
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via dirtyberd)
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girls who can run in heels should be feared
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
- The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde (via owls-love-tea)
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