Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via makeandgather)
keira, 18, NY. the beatles fill my heart, mind & soul
Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.