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.
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

wetheurban:

PHOTOGRAPHY: Time Travel by Davis Ayer

Brilliantly exposed and projected vintage images on the naked human form.

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kushandwizdom:

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within me
you are tangled,
as the sun’s light
to the moon.
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Pavana पवन   (via merryprankster)