Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Oh tell me now, where was my fault in loving you...
I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white...– Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.– Sir Thomas Beecham
Sometimes I wanna disappear.– Houdini by Foster the People
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...– Sylvia Plath