"Will I never rest in sunlight again — slow, languid & golden with peace?"
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
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When We Were Sixteen
RomanceWhen we were sixteen, I didn't know what he would mean to me. I couldn't know that his pink petal lips would become my favorite taste, that the tremble of his eyelashes would synchronize to the tremors in my heart, that the curl of his fingers in my...
Part I: There is a Boy in My Room, and I Think I Might Love Him
"Will I never rest in sunlight again — slow, languid & golden with peace?"
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
