1. Gordon Lameyer - Sylvia Plath, 1950s

    (Source: killerbeesting, via charleyfoster)

     
  2. ilbgstokedonspokes:

    Bitchin son of a bitch I’m so excited to see her in Texas this summer!!

    (Source: missy-music13, via aquietjoy)

     

  3. I’m fat and sad is that ok

     

  4. Hi I’m Too Young and I wish I was dead

     
  5. She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in
    She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she’s been
    She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
    Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within

    Oh my beautiful liar
    Oh my precious whore
    My disease, my infection
    I am so impure

    Give in

    Devils speak of the way in which she’ll manifest
    Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
    Need to contaminate, to alleviate this loneliness
    I now know the depths I reach are limitless

    Oh my beautiful liar
    Oh my precious whore
    My disease, my infection
    I am so impure

     
     

  6. I just wish you could hold me

    I’m tired of loving shadows
    in 12pt Arial font

    The phone rings
    and plays his song

    I keep waiting for him to catch up
    He is always hours behind

     

  7. There is no darkness
    until you close your eyes

    and I am getting so tired

     

  8. So I was texting my friend about Avril Lavigne and I was trying to say “now she’s married to that guy from Nickelback” but my phone autocorrected it to “that God from Nickelback”

    bad phone

    bad

     

  9. I wanted love. I wanted passion,
    I wanted men and women
    crawling towards me on broken knees
    to kiss my wrists,
    I wanted ticking bombs
    inside my head, rippling color in the sky
    like fireworks
    when they went off,
    I wanted gardens full of pulsing
    red roses,
    even the soil they’re planted in
    thick and heavy
    as if burdened with the secrets
    that the trees whisper
    through their roots,
    I wanted a new revolution,
    the bigger the better,
    blood rushing hot
    through the schoolyards,
    I wanted my body in marble monuments
    posed in action,
    guarding all the major cities of the world,
    I wanted to choose
    between a blindingly pure white set of angel wings
    and the long wine-colored fingernails
    of the devil,
    but my mom,
    all my mommy wanted
    was to watch a movie with me,
    curled up on the couch,
    eating popcorn or ice cream or leftover lasagna,
    not talking,
    just knowing
    that we were sitting side by side.
    even with all the potential of the night,
    the fear and the courage,
    the sopping wet declarations
    of love and vengeance,
    the greatness, the grand schemes,
    even caught in the middle of this,
    where a single footstep can mean immortality,
    all my mommy wanted
    was to be near her daughter.
    all my mommy wanted
    was to hold her baby.

     
  10. Good idea

    Surely this is the only way