bellsofatlantis:

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfilment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it’s appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962

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