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amyjpond:

some people are winning olympic medals right now and i can’t get out of bed

ninfia:

im going to inject garlic bread into my blood stream 

broadway-aradia:

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

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 repaving)