3910.) The reason I need your kisses and I need to stay in your arms all day long is because those are the only moments when I feel calm and safe. Right now I feel so fucked up and that's all I need. But we live far away so I need to be strong and patient even if it's tearing me apart, but I will do it just for you.
3946.) I hate how you act like you have depression. I know you have problems, but please stop making my mental illness seem like something it's not. And I hate how you talk about scars all the time. I HAVE HEARD YOU SAY SHIT ABOUT PEOPLE WHO CUT AND HOW YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DO IT. And you also said it was disgusting. What you don't know is so much of my body is covered in self-harm scars. It pisses me off. STOP IT.
You know how in a foreign language class, sometimes you go by a different name? When I was in fifth grade, I told my Spanish teacher I wanted my name in class to be Sylvia. After Sylvia Plath. In fifth grade. I was 9. I think I’m inherently morbid.
“Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.”—The Four Quartets, No. I: Burnt Norton (via tseliot) (via awritersruminations)
Esther:So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.
“All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.”—Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)