[…]I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.[…]
-Morning Song, Sylvia Plath
[…]I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.[…]
-Morning Song, Sylvia Plath
Tote Mutter (Dead Mother) 1910 - by Egon Schiele
An Egon Schiele tumblr? Oh hell yes.