Confessions of a Lip Biter
a Reverse-Dorothy complex; voracious appetite for witty vernacular; and an affinity for Scotch. Email me at misssilk3@gmail.com
Jun 17, 2012
10:39am
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 summiting)
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