vegalatoya+Followsilence doesn’t feel like peace. it just feels… loud.It was a Thursday. I remember that because I hadn’t spoken a single word all day, and it freaked me out a little. Not because I was sad — just... not needed. That night I started rereading The Bell Jar. I wasn’t planning to — it was just sitting on my nightstand, like it had been waiting. There’s a strange comfort in reading Sylvia Plath when you feel quietly detached from the world. She doesn’t try to lift you up. She just sits with you in the quiet, naming the things you didn’t even know how to describe. And that made me feel a little less invisible. #Entertainment #Books #LonelyWords #SylviaPlath #QuietDays351Share
