February 2012
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Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
– Sigmund Freud (via skin-n-bones)
She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.
– White Oleander (via skin-n-bones)
January 2012
95 posts
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...
– Sylvia Plath (via areyouhighenough)