Let me tell you something I’ve learned about love. It’s crash and burn. It’s waking up in the morning with bruises all over your body and knowing exactly where they came from. It’s not answering the phone when your friend is trying to tell you that they want to die. It’s losing every card game you…
I feel like it’s really important to talk about the fact that Sylvia Plath’s children never learned how their mother died until they were studying her in school. that’s honestly pretty fucked up.