I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via demeterwaiting)
I don’t know what’s the matter with me—why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
David Shields (via 5ft1)
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands.
Audrey Hepburn as Sabrina, 1954