Fck feelings, I love being dead
Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)
— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
Even death has a heart
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
And then September to heal it.
God made the month August to break my heart
Did I crossed the line?
Oh how painful it is to realise how much I love you and to look at your charming eyes just to realise they don't have the love for me anymore
“What did my fingers do before they held him?"
-Sylvia plath