“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.” ― Sylvia Plath
This is preciously what I’m feeling right now—I went to Paris this weekend, but I can’t figure what I want to write about it in order to convey the memories perfectly. It was one of those weekends that no words will be able to explain how perfectly perfect it was.
And all that sounds like such an exaggeration, blah blah blah, but I don’t know what other way there is to describe the past 72 hours.
(Source: wecry-out)
