13 6 / 2011
"And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with love and longing, weeping in the dark. That night it was hard to get to sleep."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962
21 years old & bitter.
13 6 / 2011
"And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with love and longing, weeping in the dark. That night it was hard to get to sleep."
