observando:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung…

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via petrichour)
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via quotes-shape-us)
How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.
Sylvia Plath (via feellng)
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 (via lostbommie)
I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via kushandwizdom)
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Sylvia Plath (via observando)
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath (via introspectivepoet)
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I think I made you up inside my head.
 Sylvia Plath (via feellng)








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