Sitting On This

parasitepiss

I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand, and I don't want to die.

— Sylvia Plath

Apr 19 2022 • 165 notes