I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
—Anais Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
—Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)