I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)
i got 20/20 but i still can’t see my haters
Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.