13 6 / 2011
"I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me:
All day I feel its soft feathery turnings, its malignity."
Sylvia Plath
21 years old & bitter.
13 6 / 2011
"I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me:
All day I feel its soft feathery turnings, its malignity."
