damn!
(via hentaidaddy)
“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic. It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”— (via dilbaram)
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“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”— The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
Things I want in the next 5 years
- a stable job that i love
- enough money to live comfortably and travel
- a fulfulling relationship
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James Godbold Showgirl Reading Backstage, the Copa, New York City 1950
