Posts tagged sylvia plath
Again the refrain, what have you for your eighteen years? And you know that whatever tangible things you do have, they cannot be held, but, too, will decompose and slip away through your coarse-skinned death-rigid fingers. So you will rot in the ground, and so you say what the hell? who cares? But you care, and somehow you don’t want to live just one life… You want to live as many lives as you can… and because you’re eighteen, because you’re still vulnerable, because you still don’t have faith in yourself, you talk a little fliply, a little too wisely, just to cover up so that you won’t be accused… You cover up, so you can still laugh at yourself while there’s time. And then you think of the flesh and blood people you know, and wonder guiltily where all this great little flood of confidence is getting you.
Sylvia Plath (via abigailk)