From the outside in.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

“

—	Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (via mobaby) (via semicolonlove)

Fucked up. I want to see it.

So

this is what it feels like to be an insomniac.

the only unlikable side-effect is being bitchy.

I wish it was still summertime.

I have no motivation to be interesting.