Let me lose my mind
Katarina, 18, Serbia.

*I call her the devil
'Cause she makes me wanna sin.
And every time she knocks
I can't help but let her in.
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. Sylvia PlathThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via minuty)

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dolorimeter:

I sit next to the person most likely to put a hand on my knee and I listen carefully to the story he tells me. Everything I hear is soft to the touch. Since every room you’re not in is as good as empty I might as well lie down on the floor and I might as well take of my clothes and keep my eyes…


dolorimeter:

You are empty and I am full of ghosts and blood blisters and shards of stained glass. I miss you, you idiot, you television with the sound turned off, you half-melted child’s ice-cream cone, you void in a nice clean shirt. I miss you terribly. Because I have to miss somebody, right? otherwise I’ll float away like a balloon, like debris.  The only real home is the one I make inside myself & it’s always full of leaks and rats and the electricity constantly goes out. 

I’d make-out to Arctic Monkeys with you(via wackygaze)

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