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M., 19, seafoam atop a wave, lost at sea.


prada autumn/winter 2009-2010

untitled by fleurology on Flickr.
Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down so far and then I say: ‘I’ll go take a hot bath.’
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

(Source: sea---hag)