This is my diary inspired by my deepest secrets, random thoughts, and my sense of humor.

 

Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.

Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still.
No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me.
I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy.
Before I give my body,
I must give my thoughts,
my mind, my dreams.
And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath (via iquotesylviaplath)

I think perfection is ugly. I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.

Yohji Yamamoto (via fleeingsouls, konsui) (via inlaqueaverunt) (via recoveringlovely) (via starvedpsyche)