“Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.” WorldFeelsLooksEarthStarsWallBabyColdLoversBedTablesGlassesWarmAwfulMealsEmptinessCommerceHelplessDetachmentNestsOutcastNumbness Book:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962 Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
“If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life.” IfsLooksSeemsEmptyRageEmptiness Author:Billie Joe Armstrong