I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via faery-nymph)
(Source: csaelia)
when they told me
to not
make homes out of peoplei laughed
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t ownbut when i turned to show you
there was only quietempty space
and my roots
from around your ribcage
