thousands of birds, the tiniest birds

Now that you know me, you should follow me. Looking for something?

I don’t think I can do this..

I never knew this type of pain existed.

But I can try.

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady or too full. - Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar) (via believeinempowerment)

(via girl-germs)

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn’t wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try