I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.

Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar (via feellng)

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Plath, Sylvia. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via wordsnquotes)

*closes Writers Market 2012*

whelp basically what i’ve learned about tonight is that i have no chance at getting published and i really don’t have a clue what i’m doing haha what was i thinking

man it’s gonna be rough trying to get published because i have no idea if i’m getting a good deal or not on anything

so i think i’m really close to finishing my manuscript for my short story collections