January 2011
60 posts
17595) I just want to be able to look in the mirror and be proud of what I see.
I watch your hands with your cigarettes. You make me want to breathe in smoke, tear my lungs from my chest, the way your lips wrapped around the filter, it was better than sex.
I want you to burn me alive.
“Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real.”
—Sylvia Plath (via modellesbians)