November 2009
2 posts
Gigolo - A poem by Sylvia Plath - American Poems →
“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.”
– Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (via mobaby) (via semicolonlove)
October 2009
3 posts
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.