"I am going quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be." ―Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath ∞
She is whatever she wants to be, she is a little of everything, mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way. She got the world at her fingertips, she makes beauty look effortless and I want everything she is.
Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.