“no one writes poetry for the woman who calls her rapist when she’s drunk. there aren’t beautiful words to make those around you grasp the mind fuck it is to learn to love someone and then have them violate you in that way. perhaps that’s why this poem is so shitty. but, i will never stop writing for her regardless.”
- smspoetry
(via mywordswillneverbeenough)
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
— Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)
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