"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."

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: frenchtwist, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

"

It’s just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,

not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close

to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.

"

Alice Fulton (via observando)
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