Beautifully aged paperback classics Sylvia Plath, Albert Camus, Carson McCullers, Jean Rhys, Virginia Woolf, E.M. Forster

I saw my life unfold before me like a fig tree from a tale I had read. From the end of each branch, a fat purple fig waved and seduced me with a wonderful future. One fig meant a husband and a happy home with children, another was a famous poet, another a teacher, another was Esther Greenwood, the surprising publisher, another was Europe, Africa and South America, another Constantin and Socrates and Attila, a bunch of lovers with weird names and original professions, another was yet an Olympic champion, and above all those figs were many others I couldn’t understand. I found myself sitting under that fig tree, starving, just because I couldn’t decide which fig to choose. I wanted them all, and choosing one meant losing the rest. Unable to make up my mind, the figs were beginning to wilt and rot, and one by one they fell to the ground at my feet.

— The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath

Why are we silent???

You will get through this. You always get through it.

i miss those wintery evenings when basically all i did was drinking black coffee and reading until three am.

Warsaw makes history tonight as millions of women revolt against the government’s control of female bodies.

“It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”

— Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

Just a reminder that you’re cute and you matter

I want to be treated gently for once. Please.

It sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okay.

Remember the time you thought you never could survive?

You did, and you can do it again.

“Be strong enough to let go, and wise enough to wait for what you deserve.”

— Unknown

Sometimes is harder understand that