“Nothing is real except the present, and already I feel the weight of centuries smothering me.”
"”I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here."
— Sylvia Plath (via goodnightgrim)
(Source: whiskeyfingers)
"Nothing is real except the present, and already I feel the weight of centuries smothering me."
— Sylvia Plath, The journals of Sylvia Plath (via she-faded-young)
