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 thatkindofwoman)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

Je suis comme ça. Ou j’oublie tout de suite ou je n’oublie jamais.

(I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.)

Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.

Lady Macbeth, Scene V, “Macbeth” (via girlpanties)

(Source: introspectivepoet)