→ Sep 2014 "I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via setfiresonbabies)
→ Sep 2014 "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 theburnthatkeepseverything)