Tu non l'hai saputo realmente com'è andata, quanto dolore ho provato a nascondere sempre dietro ad ogni risata.
bebx:
Serpents in paintings
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
William Wordsworth
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908
