"
One day, whether you
are 14,
28
or 65
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
— Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” (via beschaedigung)
"Born of lack of your own kind, born of no one to talk to, no one who will wait and sympathize when you quaver plaintively: “I’m so ner-r-r-vous; so lonely; I can’t sleep, and I’m so tired.” Old, old, you are…a deep and pathetic loneliness."
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
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