"(How frail the human heart must be-a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-a fragile, shining..."

“(How frail the human heart must be-

a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-

a fragile, shining instrument

of crystal, which can either weep,

or sing.)”

- Sylvia Plath, from “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt“(via c-ovet)