The Tragedy is Theirs
"Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms"

Every morning now when I get up I stand beside her, holding my breath and waiting, making sure she still has hers.

obliteratedheart:

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
nanalew:

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plainveins:

Cecilia was the first to go.

Dear Suzy, walk 400 yards due north from your house to the dirt path which has not got any name on it. Turn right and follow it to the end. I will meet you in the meadow.

(via thethirdreel)

cutest.

(Source: fem-mycroft, via jeremy-ruiner)

reflexes:

adrià cañameras