It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room. Joan Didion, Run River (via wordsnquotes)

adorleehaze: wish list of non existent things: an elaborate music box of a ballet at the Palais Garnier, bath salts that change you half-nymph, a book of moon on water dances translated to English or French.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? Sylvia Plath,  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)