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You should begone beast
Begone from me
Begone from my mind, at least
Let a little lady be
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is obviously mutual.
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via ossa-cave)
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Andy Warhol, The Velvet Underground & Edie Sedgwick, December 1965
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I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of it
I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ‘til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow
I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I’m love sick
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder
I’m sick of love; I wish I’d never met you
I’m sick of love; I’m trying to forget you
Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to
Be with you
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Tipalet Cigarettes - Blow in her face by Mid-Century Pretty on Flickr.
“Blow in her face and she’ll follow you anywhere, Muriel, flavored cigarette.
~ 1970s advertisement
Lovesick.
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