"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."
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath   (via petitkatie)

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"I never realized that we need to talk with other people just to know that we exist. That we matter. Loneliness is a howling, empty cavern inside of me that just keeps growing."
- Cheryl Rainfield, Stained (via feellng)

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