I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
—Sylvia Plath (via alaskagirl1422)
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
—Sylvia Plath (via viviling)
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you
—Sylvia Plath (via montanablackart)