And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Sylvia Plath (via opaqueglitter)
She lay for a considerable time looking blankly at the wall opposite, her hands clasped above her heart, and her light burning by her side. All articulate thought had long ago deserted her; her heart seemed to have grown to the size of a sun, and to illuminate her entire body, shedding like the sun a steady tide of warmth.
You like people, man? Cause I fuckin’ hate ‘em… fuck ‘em… I don’t need ‘em… All right, I need ‘em— to grow the fuckin’ potatoes.
Jim Morrison (via myarmisnotalilactree)