“You can’t think too much. You have to let go of what hurts. You have to let yourself free sometimes. If you keep everything in, it becomes a part of you: a part you’ll never see, but always feel. You’ll never be the same. More importantly, you’ll never be happy.”
I'm Bethany. I’m 17. I’m from Michigan. I’m in love with the idea of being in love. I’m too sarcastic and gullible for my own good. I try my best to make everyone smile. I always care, even if I don’t want to. Altogether I’m kind of a hopeless girl who's losing herself between what she wants and what she needs.
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia Plath (via virginwhoreofbabylon)