dreamingofanothertimeandplace:
“I feel like he stabbed me in the chest and only felt sorry when he realized just how close he actually came to killing me. I feel like he was happy to take me to the hospital but was impatient that the procedure to save my life took too long. Or he was angry that the medicine I was given wasn’t working fast enough. Or was annoyed that even when I got better, I wasn’t going to be the same person anymore. But I was expected to forget all about who stabbed me in the first place, because the memory of what he did was too painful… for him.”— my husband cheated on me and I’m trying to find the words to process this.
THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE
A woman who invests in your mental and emotional stability is a gift to fight a war for.
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
― Plath, Sylvia. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via sparap)
(Source: wordsnquotes)
no offense to me but wtf am i doing
