“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sadjailbait)

(via ugly-diamonds)

absolutcute:

i want to look like an arctic monkeys song

(via phyerfly)

“I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”
lazypacific:

this could not be more accurate

lazypacific:

this could not be more accurate

(via dying-planet)

six word poem 8/20/13

atonguewithbutsixwords:

My 
spirit
animal
is
goddamn
roadkill.

(via atonguewithbutsixwords)

rubyetc:

sounds like sooOOomebody’s been eating too many bowls of complainin’ flakes

(see, cereal works in all kinds of contexts)

(via rubyetc)

“What I want
is
a place
out of mind.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Eye-Mote (via thegayyestonee)

(via sweetandlight)

“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
— Charles Bukowski, Women (via feellng)

(via dutchster)

routine-routine:

PETER DE POTTER ROUTINE POST 96 16-10

routine-routine:

PETER DE POTTER ROUTINE POST 108 03-06