Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
— Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
[AGGRESSIVELY SINGS ALONG WITH THE WORLDLESS GAME OF THRONES INTRO]
I dream about having a house by the water and not doing anything, not feeling ambitious, nor having the need to make money.
— Lee Pace (via larmoyante)
“I don’t want to sound harsh, but everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie, and everything that goes in is a dick.”
