In the end I want it to be you.
I’ve memorized your lips with mine.
Are you scared? Or are you not ready? There is a difference.
I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via theegyptianscrewup)