"I Love You , I'm Glad We're Friends"

[DRENCHED IN BLOOD] we really should all do this again next week, yes

“i’ll kill you.” are we about to kiss 

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

“With diamond bracelets from wrist to elbow, an expression of vacuous boredom on your face, and the steel of your heart tempered for conquest–life ought to be fun, oughtn’t it?”

— Stephen Tennant, writing for Vogue (via fabular-mr-fox)

Sylvia Plath