thank god for not being emotionally attached to anyone.
But writing poems and letters doesn’t seem to do much good.
—Sylvia Plath (via observando)
I wasn’t used to opening up to others. She was opening up to me, but I couldn’t do the same. I really did like her, yet still something held me back.
—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via strawberriesgonewild)
Peace of mind comes when we exercise our right to be honest, especially with ourselves.
—Jack R. Rose, The Cedar Post (via observando)