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Gwen -17- California
I am my mother’s daughter. I am midnight sun. You can find me on the moon waxing and waning, my heart full of petals, every single one begging “love me, love me, love me, whoever I am, whoever I become."
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I will always remember you Ab-less Pratt 


Everything you love is here


Everything you love is here

“I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”

Sylvia Plath (via quoteallthethings)

“If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier; if I didn’t have any sex organs, I wouldn’t waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.”

Sylvia Plath (via allsurethingsfall)

“I cry mercy and back away, frozen. I am in black, dressed more and more often in black now.”

Sylvia Plath, “The Journals of Sylvia Plath (February 1955)” (via an-intelligible-world)

“I must be ghastly to live with.”

Sylvia Plath (via aurorefleurs)

“Reality is what I make it. That is what I have said I believed. Then I look at the hell I am wallowing in, nerves paralyzed, action nullified - fear, envy, hate: all the corrosive emotions of insecurity biting away at my sensitive guts. Time, experience: the colossal wave, sweeping tidal over me, drowning, drowning. How can I ever find that permanence, that continuity with past and future, that communication with other human beings that I crave? Can I ever honestly accept an artificial imposed solution? How can I justify, how can I rationalize the rest of my life away?”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via viviling)

“I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do no know who I am, where I am going- and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.”

Sylvia Plath,  Nov. 3 1953 entry, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via theloupgaroux)

“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”

Sylvia Plath (via mysharona1987)

“I am very tired. I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.”

sylvia plath, from the unabridged journals (via victoriajoan)

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”

Sylvia Plath (via story-dj)

“Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.”

Sylvia Plath (via aurorefleurs)

“I wish you would find the exit out of my head.”

Sylvia Plath (via 365-daysofstephanie)

“I’ll whisper something: I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.”

The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via donne-moi-les-mots)

“If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath  (via sunst0ne)