2023

invitation, mary oliver // the unabridged journals, sylvia plath // happy xmas, john lennon // north country, mary oliver // i am running into a new year, lucille clifton // salt, nayyirah waheed // diaries of franz kafka // bird by bird, anne lamott // sunrise, louise glück

I just love these pictures of Sylvia Plath. ❤️

Poets are the painters of human experience, capturing the colors of their heart in verse.

— agelesslibrary

I am not a romantic. I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand affair, the world well lost for love. I know all that, and know that it leaves you lonely. No, what I crave is the simplicity of routine. An evening walk, arm in arm, in fine weather. A game of cards. Time for idle talk. Preparing a meal together.

Anita Brookner, Hotel du Lac

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

“I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day— spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free... I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.”

-Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17

i may never be happy, but tonight i am content.

— the unabridged journals of sylvia plath

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Lana Del Rey, hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

slyvia plath what the fuck

“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.” ― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

This morning I took myself for breakfast and spent until midday in the same spot reading The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath and working on a short story.

June 15, 1951 The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry no. 81

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath: 1950-1962 (ed. Karen V. Kukil)  

Saturday, December 2nd.

Sylvia Plath.

It's a dark and cold day in December and so, naturally, we are left with no choice but to celebrate the sublime and singular talent of Sylvia Plath. That means two entire days of quotes, pictures, and exceptional memes of a literary, existential flavor.

Happy reading, folks. Use your weekends well.

When Sylvia Plath wrote "I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."