♠♣♥♦ an addiction to hands and feet



your freedom is blessed and trapped in your mind

when you think undeniably, freedom is blind



You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, and a pair of arms to curl up in.

SYLVIA PLATH (via -neglect)
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now here's the question:
was she ever really there at all

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