Lady Victoria is amazing, I can’t stop crying.

So I started talking to this amazing girl called Victoria earlier and it was one of them things were we instantly became best best best friends. I actually love her. I might actually cry with happiness at how amazing this moment is. It’s like she was ment to be in my life. She’s actually perfect, Oh my God. Victoria I love you. <3

 

I don’t care any more about the handsome wealthy boys who come gingerly into the living room to take out the girl they thought would look nice in an evening cocktail dress…I said I wanted to go out with them to meet new people. I ask you, what logic is there in that? What guy you would like, would see the depths in a girl outwardly like all the other physical american queenies? So why go places with guys you can’t talk to? You’ll never meet a soul that way—-not the sort you want to meet. Better to stay in your garret reading than to go from one party to another. Face it, kid: unless you can be yourself, you won’t stay with anyone for long. You’ve got to be able to talk. That’s tough. But spend your nights learning, so you’ll have something to say. Something the “attractive intelligent man” will want to listen to.
Sylvia Plath 

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier; if I didn’t have any sex organs, I wouldn’t waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 

 

I’m totally coming to terms with you not giving a fuck about me.