So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.
God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may be the good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.
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Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via bookmania)
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I like people too much or not at all.
I like people too much or not at all.
