The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly...– Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance (via comfortablymyself)
I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things...– Beatrice Sparks, (via comfortablymyself)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of...– Sylvia Plath
We want to see with other eyes, to imagine with other imaginations, to feel with...– An Experiment in Criticism (1961)
It's all for you.
You. You make me feel so beautiful. Whether you see it or not doesn’t consern me. But what does is if you see how happy you make me. How comfortably naked I can be in front of you. You make me feel soft. Your rite. I use you. I use you to make me feel happy. To make me feel emotion. I want you . You say I have you. But I don’t. I want you to love me. You look at me like I am a...