Monet’s garden ( via )
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; “Miracle of the Black Leg”
[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]
You just want everything new to feel natural and that’s your problem
every time someone tells me they love me, however casual it may be, it feels like the world comes to a halt for a second . someone Loves me . me ! how wonderful
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The trick is to do it without shame. Literally anything could be cool if you just did it shamelessly






