royal film

bed rotting is phase one, its time to move to the second phase... floor rotting

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1937, featured in Selected Letters

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "In Pobbity, Georgia," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems

Franz Kafka, from a letter featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"

To Catch a Thief // Aesthetics

Emily Dickinson, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson

It is what it is *throws up*

“what’s your five year plan” bro i wake up every day confused by the fact that i’m even alive

clocking in for my shift at the sadness factory

i love going through old posts and being like. wow. i was really miserable. nothings changed from then but still

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

Thinking about the moment in Little Women when Jo said “You will be bored of him in 2 years and we will be interesting forever” that one is for all my girls and ladies on here. For all the men…go to war

why is it not socially acceptable to scream really loud

It doesn't matter! (it actually matters a lot and I'm about to rip all my hair out because of it)