I like it nasty and a lil’ bit romantic.

(Source: sad-nena)

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia PlathThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via feellng)