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 Plath (via lubromir)
I feel as if my body is dissolving and I am being drawn up and up, like thinning mist, into a vast emptying space.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via heavydrug)