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"My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious smile, like a wastebasket full of waste paper; bits of hair, and rotting apple cores. I am feeling depressed from being exposed to so many lives, so many of them exciting, new to my realm of experience. I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I’ve got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends."

Sylvia Plath

(Source: instrumentalscenery, via fuckyeahsylviaplath)

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You’re setting yourself up for a massive fall, stupid girl.

If you could just disconnect your heart for a moment you would see things as they really are, but you won’t.

At least you can always hide behind that polite smile and those little words -“It’s fine”, “I understand” and “I’m ok” like none of this really matters while inside it tears you apart.

It’s fine.

I can always pretend in the end.