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 mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath (via the-little-bear)

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 mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath (via the-little-bear)

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 mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath (via the-little-bear)

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.

Sylvia Plath (via quercetum)

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.

Sylvia Plath (via quercetum)

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.

Sylvia Plath (via quercetum)