I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via feellng)
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
Anonymous (via psychotictk)
you deserve to be in a relationship with a person who doesnt make you compete for their affection and never has you guessing where you stand with them