That Time Of The Month

@academia-lucifer

living, laughing, losing my fucking mind

I'm going to fuck that nerd

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.

–Anonymous

we’re making love in the afterlife

Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns

Like rum on the fire

Not to be a slut or anything but can someone come lie on top of me and kiss me like you've needed to your whole life

should i be the prey and feel wanted or yearn and hunt for it

I really want to find some secret doorway that leads to chamber of books full of love and poetry trying to speak in an old library.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956