"At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via mashamorevna)
"How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"
Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)