Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals.”
and if death is death, what will become of poets and sleeping things that no one now remembers?
✦ violet
✦ violet
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
violet. 21. she/her. gryffindor. enfj. gemini sun. aquarius moon&rising. music fanatic. aesthetic hoe™. usually found crying over the found family trope and good character development. really passionate about a lot of different things. wants to leave a mark upon the world. daydreams 24/7. soulmate of october ♥
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Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
she had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves
(don’t fear)
Peonies please and thanks.
— and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume.
