I am breaking apart like the world.

Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women,” Winter Trees
(via lifeinpoetry)
Source: lifeinpoetry
❛ SICK WITH THIS DESPERATE FURY  –––  about.❛ THIS IS THE SILENCE OF ASTOUNDED SOULS   –––  words.this is a good 'dying in a faraway country of a disease you don't really understand' feel