"The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life."
Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via mnimosino)
"Open books, not legs" is the dumbest shit ever like
if I wanna read then I’ll read
and if I wanna fuck then I’ll fuck
and if I wanna rest my book against a hot guy’s head while he puts it between my spread legs then I’m gonna fucking do that bye
Gustave Doré - ”Wood of the Suicides”
Illustration from Dante’s Inferno, Canto 13 . (c.1861)
Exploring old mines around Lake Pend Oreille