"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, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via varst
(Source: vrban, via itgirl29)
your song // elton john
it’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
i’m not one of those who can easily hide
i don’t have much money but, boy, if i did
i’d buy a big house where we both could live