I see a little silhouetto of a man ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE Will you do the fandango? ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲＢＯＬＴＳ ＡＮＤ ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ ＶＥＲＹ ＶＥＲＹ ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ Me! Galileo,Galileo Galileo,Galileo Galileo, Figaro magnificooooooooooo~
Anonyme a demandé : I LOVE YOU.
Anonyme a demandé : what was the cheesiest thing youve ever done with a boy?
Anonyme a demandé : do you know how to dance or sing? or do you only do this when you are alone?
Anonyme a demandé : are you usually the dumped or the one that dumps?
Anonyme a demandé : what kind of weapons would you have if there was a zombie apocalypse?
Anonyme a demandé : can you count on one hand how many dresses you have?
Anonyme a demandé : what about perfume or scents.. what kinds of scents do you wear or like?
Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone.– I Wrote This For You: The Infinite Distance (via kari-shma)
Anonyme a demandé : are you still a vegetarian? or did you graduate to vegan? or did you get fed up and go back to eating meat?
I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m...– Clementine (via spinning-arr0w)
Sometimes, the only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.– Girl, Interrupted (via lesdeuxiemeschances)
‘It’s the psyche!’ I said. I was excited. ‘See, the station wagon is your ego,...– Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted. (via annualreadinglist)
“Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.” ― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
philippineas: I wish i was an animal so i’d still be cute even if i was fat
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.– Sylvia Plath. (via summerfaeye)
Maybe I crave someone who will never be my rival.– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via virginalmusings)
I had meant to cover my legs if anybody came in, but now I saw it was too late,...– Esther Greenwood in The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
Anonyme a demandé : r u in love?
Anonyme a demandé : 1 of your fears?