Sylvia Plath (via warm-thrill-of-confusion)
"…As if today’s society is rushing me through my own life. As if I am constantly trying to grip at the ledge, trying not to fall off the ‘deep end.’ But my fingers are slipping and I’m losing strength. And I’m slipping but I can still see over the cliff. I can see the beauty that awaits me if I overcome my plight but I know that I won’t; I know that I simply can’t."
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep. ❞
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost