“And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.”
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The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via suchisthis) plaaath my love (via nosamantha)
Sylvia Plath, my nigga.