Ome of my favourite writers, poets and people in general has to be the most wonderful Sylvia Plath.
Whenever I feel stuck to express something I feel deep inside, all I need to do it read some of her work. Whenever I feel alone and like there couldn’t possibly be anyone else in the world who has ever felt like I do or could possibly understand, all I need to do is read some of her work. Whenever I feel convinced and afraid that the darkness inside is going to take over and eat me alive, all I need to do is read some of her work and I no longer feel afraid. Whenever I am disgusted by my own fickleness and indecision and ask myself how a supposed adult could possibly be changing her mind so extremely so often, all I need to do is read some of her work.
One of my most recent purchases are the entire collected works of her poetry and I just want to carry this book around with me everywhere and anywhere I go.