February 2012
35 posts
“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”
—Sylvia Plath (via dreamofwhatcanbe)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind mood, which is a very melancholic mood :/
I miss her so much.
