Does anyone else sometimes feel

Like if there’s nothing to distract you from all of the nothing around you that the weight of the world and the universe it’s in are all sitting In a sharp point on top of your chest?

I feel my prime Sylvia Plath years coming on strong.

posted 1 year ago

"The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it."
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via wintership)