Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen. Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide. (via yvesmcqueen)

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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 minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via spoookyghosts)

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