And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
My girl in her souvenir jacket
@naomishon @clairecosette my best friends, met at photo school..
A group of scarabs from the Scarabaeid family, July 1929.
Photograph by Edwin L. Wisherd, National Geographic
Ernest van Leyden - Abstrakte Komposition, 1963