Chapter 189- 2:20AM and he is outside my door again. He smells like paint fumes and chaos and I have an early class but he makes me laugh so hard I can’t remember what month it is so I let him in and tell him all the things I used to save for you.
— Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!”
And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”
— I Wrote This for You by Iain Thomas (via myshabrolins)