— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lipstick-bullet)
You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit (via lipstick-bullet)
— Haruki Murakami (via psych-facts)
— (via c0ntemplations)
— William Chapman (via herzmasochismus)