“He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain. There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.” —Oscar Wilde (via smellslikesunshine) (via booklover)
13467.) Sometimes I take sexy, scandalous pictures of myself just because I enjoy it. But I would never show them to anyone, so they just stay in a folder on my computer.