Ask Me Anything.

Lesbian;
Tattoos, Beach, Nature, Music, Poetry. COFFEE!!
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
God, who am I? I sit in the library tonight, the lights glaring overhead, the fan whirring loudly. Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces, flesh pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches… I’m lost.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via shantiwinds)

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