Ava Elise Cole. 18. Goofy, yet dark. I love book exerts, quotes, poems, and lyrics…they express my life a hell of a lot better than I can.
Two February’s ago, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was anchored to my bed with the sadness I was letting myself drown in. Now, I daydream about surviving on 3 hours of sleep, I dread going to bed, I keep my eyes open as long as I can. My heart sinks when the sun sets, I crave daylight; I’ve fallen in love with being alive.
--Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry (via praises)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via christianbw)