I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn’t speak.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
(via oiseauperdu)
(via oiseauperdu)
Published
I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn’t speak.
the moon is beautiful 