I miss living in Beijing so much. I’ve been watching all these Chinese movies and I just want to go back. So weird to be homesick for a place that isn’t really your home.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via demurre)