and you say you played it right/ going out in the night/ while i’m whispering your name/ burnt out and dried/ your image wiped/ washed out like a morning tide/ there’s only fire in your eyes/ fire in your eyes [...] {instrumental break} she looks through the glass/ raindrops are cold/ merging and - dividing [...];
[ question from Anonymous ]
waiting for you to return to tumblr. miss you here [ question from Anonymous ]
waiting for you to return to tumblr. miss you here [ question from Anonymous ]
waiting for you to return to tumblr. miss you here [ question from Anonymous ]
waiting for you to return to tumblr. miss you here thank you for your sweet message. after such a long absence i decided to migrate/remake. that being said, to everyone who’s interested ophclia is now screbro.
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hey there fellow red-lipped icon u have a lovely day wherever u are in the world 💌💌hello and thank you for your sweet wishes. you take care as well, alright? 🍓
[ Colossal desire to escape, retreat, not talk to anybody. ]
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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[ In truth, I hated my body—this body made me think awful, sad thoughts, that made my future seem dark and uncertain, that made me want to tear away at it and remove parts of it. I hated that I hated it so badly I became indifferent to it. ]
— Caroline Reilly, from “The Endo Look: Body Positivity Needs to Tackle Chronic Illness,” published in Bitch (via lifeinpoetry)