You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you. *Some posts may be triggering*
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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 hqlines)