The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
– Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar (via uncannie) Via an unkempt broad.
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Posted on Saturday May 29th
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