Ah yes, my life’s a compromise — all a compromise.
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
― Virginia Woolf (via words-and-coffee)
It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Reposting because it’s painfully relevant to me recently.
That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via etpmy)
And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted when the wedding service ended was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard’s kitchen mat.
― The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via theforgottengopher)