i wanna be the kinda girl that someone writes devastating, bloody poetry about, or an entire album like ‘for emma’ or lyrics like ‘and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place’
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Plath, Sylvia. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via wordsnquotes)