420 is so close I can almost taste all the bad jokes I’ll have to weed through
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via perfect)