The truth comes to me. The truth loves me. - Sylvia Plath
"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."
"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."
"I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."
"The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower."
"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"
"Wear your heart on your skin in this life."