“I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was really true, there was no longer anything about him that could interest me. He wasn't even a fragment of the… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“Everything that you allow to enter your mind leaves a stain. Like putting a drop of dye into a clear pool, if… — Kylie Ansett Copy Share Image
