"It’s so strange that autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying."
— Unknown (via snow-and-sorrow)
(Source: impactings, via sad-lolita)
"Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn."
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris (via lovingsylvia)
"Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."
— Advice to Sylvia Plath, from her mother (via sleepysylph)
(Source: allmymetaphors, via sad-lolita)