You are the opposite of Batman...

24. Nerd. Anglophile. Revolutionary Freedom Fighter. Liberal. Feminist. Lover of dinosaurs and indie music. Banjo player. Aspiring Dulcimer Player. Eater of raw onions. Drinker of spiced rum. Shatterer of Hearts and drink glasses.

Life is becoming increasingly hard. The most simple tasks… eating, drinking, showering, talking, breathing. Being awake is too much. It’s so strenuous. I cannot endure this. I would like to go to sleep, and never wake up. Being alive is much too difficult.

—Sylvia Plath (via thetoppestbloke)

(via eat-up-your-sadness)

I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via writingwillows)

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via introspectivepoet)

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

—Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via esperanzaramirez)

(Source: 5000letters, via manwithinthebeast)

It’s time to train yourself
to sleep alone again
and it’s so fucking hard.

It’s Time to Train Yourself by Richard Brautigan (via hush-syrup)

(via madskgills)