I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

 Sylvia Plath (via have—not)

mdthwomp:

Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.

You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.

Callie Torres - The Heart of the Matter; Grey’s Anatomy (via starsfragment)

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

Philip Larkin, The Mower (via fishingboatproceeds)

And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.

I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

(Source: write2014)