He could see her sitting in the early July haze, in that dark orange light a...– Dennis Lehane, “Shutter Island” (via quote-book)
I went to sleep thinking about you.
tiffanymarieholland: glitter-alloveremily: And woke up just the same.
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.– Sylvia Plath
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.– Invisible Monsters
we are all self-composting. when we don’t know who to hate, we have ourselves. you have to keep recycling yourself. nothing of me is original. i am the combined effort of everybody i’ve ever known. the one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.– Kurt Vonnegut (via somethingintellectual) (via quote-book)