OKAY. So there’s been sleep-walking, sleep-screaming, sleep-talking, sleep-sassing, sleep-punching-and-kicking, sleep-laughing, and now we can add sleep-crying to the list.
He asked, ‘What makes a man a writer?’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.’
Charles Bukowski (via illusionsvk)
But no matter what I would do in attempt to replace
All these pills that I take trying to balance my brain
I’ve seen the curious girl with that look on her face
So surprised she stares out from her display case
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath (via soicanfeelyouinmyarms)