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 leepace
you’re putting up your a r m o r when you leave
you leave because you’re certain
of who you want to be
HOW → Jena Malone.
"There is a point in every young person’s life when you realize that the youth that you’ve progressed through and graduate to some sort of adulthood is equally as messed up as where you’re going."
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.