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coquetteswan · 1 day
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0bsessiv3s0ul · 8 hours
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"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind, which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Sylvia Plath, 'The Bell Jar'
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metamorphesque · 8 months
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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
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rahabq · 6 months
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blondringlets · 8 months
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coldcoffee18 · 4 months
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𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩
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luxlisbonbby · 2 months
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They were angels forever, forever angels 🪽
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lizzygrantt1uvr · 6 months
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diorpoisonapple · 6 months
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“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end”
-Sylvia Plath
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auntieblues · 29 days
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“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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gossamerg1rl · 15 days
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rahabq · 7 months
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theyslgirl · 6 months
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coldcoffee18 · 1 year
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No matter how much I sleep I’m always tired
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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to the person in the bell jar...
Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath’ / Vilhelm Hammershøi / Nicole Krauss, from ‘The History of Love’ / Ramon Casas / Joy Harjo, from ‘Speaking Tree’ / D S (saatchiart) / Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Idiot’ / Aleardo Terzi / Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’
buy me a coffee
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