From the outside in.

Nov 25

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)

Oct 24

[video]

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.

Oct 21

I have no motivation to be interesting.