estellas:

Sylvia Plath’s lipstick-kiss covered manuscript for her fairy tale Stardust, c. 1946

“The stardust has long gone out of my eyes,” - Sylvia Plath, 1954

polytherian:

*pacing around in circles like a dog* it’s fine it’s fine it’s sssoooooo fine i’m normal

r0semultiverse:

Like music to my ears

hangsawoman:

i need to be by the lake

senatortedcruz:

They should invent a way to shoot your shot that isn’t deeply profoundly humiliating for all involved

bogleech:

capitalismkillz:

poppyseed-dogthing:

matrixonvhsanddvd:

I need to see a bitches arm vein while she chokes me, I need a death grip on my throat

He would not fucking say that

Not in public but trust me I’ve known him since I was practically a child

randomitemdrop:

pileofmemes:

Modern poetry

Item: Pork Prism; deals light poison damage to Clerics of any deities besides patrons of invention

withnailrules:

“The arm of the goddess was long and strong and sure.”

Art by Virgil Finlay

beesmygod:

“women are my favorite guy” is the phrase of the summer imo

metamorphesque:

— Maggie Nelson, Bluets   

[text ID: And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?]

powerburial:

instead of watching the fast and furious you should be meditating on why the earth is so vast and curious

weaver-z:

They hate me for my girlish whimsy and the cannibalism

weltenwellen:

Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem

gettingintoknives:

voidnewtella:

finalgirldeanwinchester:

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)

mirror traps by hera lindsay bird