But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
— Virginia Woolf, The Years (via childoflust)
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
— Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide (via sad-babygirl)
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
— Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via connotativewords)