“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”—Sylvia Plath (via atomos)
To hold a boys hand. To hug him, breathe him in, and love him. To write a poem and draw pictures again. To sing while people can hear me [not just in the shower]. To look up at the stars next to someone I love who loves me in return. To open an antique store, maybe. I love antiques. Or a bookstore. Or a bakery. Have a family. Get married outside. Kiss someone goodnight and good morning before the dreams have left their eyes.
Also—to be an actress. Or a better one, at least. :)