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Sylvia Plath - Blog Posts
why wait for the best when i could have you? - lana del rey
"I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace."
--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Drinking diet coke whilst reading Sylvia Plath poems. Is this the way god intended womanhood to be?
I just love these pictures of Sylvia Plath. β€οΈ
Who I am?
"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who i am."
This reminds me of a particular scene in my life; my Spanish teacher had always been really strict and weirdly relentless into educating us (my class and I), believing that behaving so, she was doing a great job. Instead, she was doing quite the opposite of what she intended to; inflicting her personal beliefs and faiths into our culture, she destroyed our own authenticity or better said, identity.
Now personally talking, I remember that in first year of high school, she said something really interesting to a girl in my class meanwhile scolding her in a, dare I say, cruel way; "How can you expect me to understand what kind of teaching you deserve when you don't even know yourself?".
It's weird because at that time those words weren't surely directed at me, but I flinched so hard that had me speechless.
Didn't that girl really know herself?
Didn't that girl really know who she was?
Does she know who she is right now?
Since those words were pronounced by that ascetic woman, have already been three long years. And I still think of those religiously.
Did I know who I was at that time?
Do I know who I am now?
I certainly can't answer this question. As Sylvia Plath said, I know what I like and what I dislike. I'm 24/7 thinking about how I want to be meanwhile not knowing who I am.
Now my faith is probably this; finding out who I am. And how do I find this out? I don't know.
- Sylvia Plath
the shards stick into my skin
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above oneβs head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
- The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
βPlease donβt expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.β
β Sylvia Plath
forever thinking about every word that sylvia plath has ever spoken and written
girl what's wrong? are you experiencing the sylvia plath fig tree in your head again?
Born to be loved loudly and sincerely, forced to be a "maybe" at best
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
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she looks just like an angel, when she walks across the roomπͺ½
What will appear when I dieπ
Yep
the tumblr and pinterest girlies have made me realize that i am not the only one thinking my silly thoughts and that we all in fact are crazy and share at least a third of our brain cells
all a girl desires is to be perfect
we came from dirt, we have to swallow it
soft leather, blue dreams
its a beautiful life, remember that too, for me
a joy it will be one day, perhaps to remember even this
summer, sizzlin' listening to jazz out on the lawn
dreaming away your life
tell him that his cowgirl is gone
I want my cake and I want to eat it too
I'll find solace, I'll find my way home
you're born in December and im born in June
if you send for me you know ill come