Poppy

“I tried to think what I had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the centre of empty air.”
― Sylvia Plath

“If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a looks at your hands.”
― Kaija Sabbah

“My mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung like a bird, in the center of empty air.”
― Sylvia Plath

“I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera