“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

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ladyofkrypton:

I want this shirt so bad.

ladyofkrypton:

I want this shirt so bad.

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nerdist:

You know the thing about a SpongeBob, he’s got…lifeless eyes, blue eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those blue eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin’ and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’ he comes in and rips you to pieces. Fortunately you used his body to clean up all the blood.

nerdist:

You know the thing about a SpongeBob, he’s got…lifeless eyes, blue eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those blue eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin’ and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’ he comes in and rips you to pieces. Fortunately you used his body to clean up all the blood.

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twit light, the dark and mysterious story of Lord Byron

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