- my parents: I have such a pretty daughter
- my grandparents: so how many boyfriends have you gone through this week?
- people from my school: and here we have this deformed potato
“Because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.” —Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
ok i reblog everything of yours. love
Aw shucks :] Thank you so much! <3
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between” —Sylvia Plath (via myawkwardheart)