“Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell…”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry (via starseas)
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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“Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell…”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry (via starseas)
—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"
Travel Leisure
Full moon at the Temple of Poseidon in Sounio, Greece
His hand on your throat fixed more than therapy ever did
not because it was love. not because it was safe. not even because it was sexy.
but because for one second— you finally weren’t the one in control. you didn’t have to overthink your own existence. you didn’t have to parent the moment. you didn’t have to shrink to make him feel okay. you just existed—fully, loudly, breathlessly.
that’s the secret no one wants to post: the choke wasn’t about the kink. it was about the permission to let go.
…and the sick part? you crave that more than closure.
Recently I felt heavy, ugly and old. I don't feel like myself, I don't feel like I look like myself. Is it the pills? Too much food and wine? Too little sun or exercise? It's cruel to be born just pretty enough to be scraping the lines of beauty without ever really touching it. To have enough emphasis placed on your appearance to the point where you place your worth on feeling beautiful. It's like this shimmering fish in my hands that I try to catch without ever really holding it. it changes so quickly like scales flashing in the sun. I don't know how to grow older and still be me
small details always mean a lot
The end of summer feels like:
Excalibur (1981) | dir. John Boorman
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