What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via fleurishes) |
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via kari-shma) |
