you only want me when no one wants you
but I want you when everyone wants me
I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year?..Two years ago?..What would she think of me now?
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via cizzlez)
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
Virginia Woolf, The Years (via petrichour)