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Something Diabolical

My name is Autumn.
Sep 26 '14
"Everybody’s hell is different. It’s not all fire and pain. The real hell is your life gone wrong."
What Dreams May Come (via surbeat)
(via surbeat)
Sep 26 '14
"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot."
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via larmoyante)
(via larmoyante)
Sep 20 '14
Sep 20 '14
sugarlulu:

Also, seemed appropriate.

sugarlulu:

Also, seemed appropriate.

(via sugarlulu)
Sep 20 '14
Sep 20 '14
Sep 20 '14
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Sep 19 '14
journalofanobody:

“Is anyone anywhere happy?”
— Sylvia Plath

journalofanobody:

Is anyone anywhere happy?
— Sylvia Plath
Sep 19 '14
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet, and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via insanity-and-vanity)