“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

– Sylvia Plath,  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via teatimewithnietzsche)

“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go write it down, you either over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”

Sylvia Plath (via feellng)

"Strawberry fields forever."

To hell with growing up: I refuse to give up my allready-cried-on pillow, and my washed out blue sheets. I refuse to give adulthood a healthy stomach, coffee-less and sober of untreated fun. I refuse to allow my liver to age properly, and to drown its sorrows in “tea, please.” I refuse to let my increasing years become a scientific dissertation; I wont allow my days to be my thesis statement. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t mind my face full of the sodium chloride from my evaporated tears -as long as they’re the result of a lung-destroying laugh; or from the so welcomed sweat of love making, repeatedly. 

Tanto espacio y yo solaaaa, vacia de ti!! Suele suceder…

potato aaaaahhhh

potato aaaaahhhh