I am unattached; My heart is very quiet. The world is a curtain.
— Sylvia Plath, from the draft of Poppies In July (via violentwavesofemotion)
I feel stifled, weak, pallid and utterly absurd.
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals (via violentwavesofemotion)
I am alone in a hostile world.
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
