tariqah:

I am obsessed with being beautiful while trying to be okay being ugly while feeling utterly confident that I’m super beautiful and also super ugly… My brain… the oscillation

bathtubaccidents:

no i cant FUCKING come into work right now im being goth. idiot.

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via borderlinequoting)