“August rain; the best of summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” – Sylvia Plath
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It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)
I know the feeling.
I like people too much or not at all. Sylvia Plath