June 2011
41 posts
“I thought that I could not be hurt;
I thought that I must surely be
impervious to suffering-
immune to pain
or agony.
My world was warm with April sun
my thoughts were spangled green and gold;
my soul filled up with joy, yet
felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy
can hold.” —Sylvia Plath, I thought that I could not be hurt (excerpt)
I thought that I must surely be
impervious to suffering-
immune to pain
or agony.
My world was warm with April sun
my thoughts were spangled green and gold;
my soul filled up with joy, yet
felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy
can hold.” —Sylvia Plath, I thought that I could not be hurt (excerpt)
“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”
—Lost in Translation (via indiecats)
