I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.
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."


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
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