I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day – spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free – free to know people and their backgrounds – free to move to different parts of the world so I may learn that there are other morals and standards besides my own.
— Sylvia Plath, written in 1949 at age 17 (via namdarnikki)
There I sit, lazy, convalescent. To look at me, you might not guess that inside I am laughing and crying, at my own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which I will spend a lifetime trying to learn and understand.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)
