"Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."
— Sylvia Plath (via annajoy)

indierawk:

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle.

FAVORITE VIDEOS OF ALL TIME #36.

“You’re doing better on your own, so don’t buy in.”

Ah, Jimmy Eat World’s “Bleed American” album takes me back… Stick around nostalgia won’t let you down.

(via likeneelyohara)
breathsoftruth:

mollytov:

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ssomuchlove:

Bon Iver & St. Vincent - Roslyn

“don’t let it fool you.”

lovebot:

breathsoftruth: sugarspun: classics:gatekeeper:linzo:this is the first poem i ever loved. loveyourchaos: ~ Sylvia Plath

lovebot:

breathsoftruth: sugarspun: classics:gatekeeper:linzo:this is the first poem i ever loved. loveyourchaos: ~ Sylvia Plath

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annajoy:

faithlessthewonderboy:

Silencer by MewithoutYou

 
Don’t waste your lips on words I’ve heard before,
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand,
Young man, come and lead me to your bed.
You gave me hope that I’d not lost her,
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
As I don’t do too much smiling these days.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I’ll never know,
“So the peace you had,” she says,
“I must confess, I’m glad to see it go.”
We’re two white roses lying frozen just outside his door.
I’ve made you so happy and so sad,
Which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye;
That space below my eye and above my cheek.
Cause I’m faint and fading fast,
I see a darkness, and I shall be released.
I’ll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into His hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.

My Lord, how long will I sing this song?
And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne,
Dressed in beauty not her own,
All soft and small, you’ll hear her call,
“You brought me here, now take me home.”

likeneelyohara:

longlivethequeen:

bellemort:

keiralove:

laughinacorner:

flickflickflicker:
I love Keira so much.

Gah. As do I.
"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. "
— Augusten Burroughs (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
"There is no life but this."
— Henry David Thoreau (via janettt) (via quote-book)
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