and a year later,
I’m still doing the same things
I’m still doing the same things
A melancholy town
where we never smile.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they’ve got to kiss,
because I don’t get sleep
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath (via chocolatenobody)
