"The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It."

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]

@academia-lucifer

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.

–Anonymous

April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

living, laughing, losing my fucking mind

Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns

Like rum on the fire

I love people who read

Not to be a slut or anything but can someone come lie on top of me and kiss me like you've needed to your whole life

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.