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 larmoyante)
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via larmoyante)
Matthew Zapruder, “Poem for Japan” (via larmoyante)
My gerbil puppies are getting big and fluuffy.