I loved all the boys with soft sad eyes, and lost souls.– Grace Coddington (via floralnymph)
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.– Jack Kerouac (via funeraire)
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody...
vanillish: My favorite studying method is crying
If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.– Sylvia Plath (via dulcetdecember)