(How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.)
Sylvia Plath, from “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt
Posted on Monday, January 5th at 08:23PM with 7,353 notes
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