THINGS
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women put the strangest things inside of themselves
(Source: yagyou, via flameintobeing)
“The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “Edge”
(Source: proustitute)
“I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.”
— Dean Young
(Source: forestmilk, via grimdark-misandrist)
(Source: meganleestudio, via weareallstarstuff)
(Source: shitbedope, via mcrcsms)
(via flameintobeing)
we have internet in the house
