do you permit it?

“Those words. You made them.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose And Diary Excerpts
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“You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via babyharleyquinn)

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“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “Years,” in Ariel
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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.”

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book covers redesigned: the bell jar by sylvia plath
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”

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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.”

— Sylvia Plath from Sylvia (2003)

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violentwavesofemotion:

from Fever 103° by Sylvia Plath

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“Perhaps that’s why I want to be everyone - so no one can blame me for being I.”

— Sylvia Plath (via jaimelannister)

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“How I would like to believe in tenderness-”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Moon and the Yew Tree,” Ariel ( Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 1999)

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“Sometimes, in panic, mind goes blank, world whooshes away in void, and I feel I have to run, or walk on into the night for miles till I drop exhausted.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
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“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “Years,” in Ariel
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“So he kissed me, hungrily, his eyes shut, his hand warm, curved burning into my stomach. “I wish I hated you,” I said.”

— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, July 1950 (via perimele)

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jaanfe:

professorsparklepants:
nineteencallme:
dolorimeter:
woody allen, the irredeemable creep whose obvious misogyny was misinterpreted as creative genius by the college-boy mentality.
#gosh i wonder why sylvia plath’s poetry is important to young women when we’re bombarded with so much misogynistic literature written by ~the greats~ of the 20th century #if you want to talk about highly romanticized and overrated writers we can talk about bukowski hemingway kerouac ginsberg and so on #who were not only basic writers but were also vile people irl #i don’t understand how people can idolize pedophiles and wife beaters and then mock people who like plath? ~fionaapples
Oh wow yes, let’s talk about how Plath’s struggle with motherhood and desire for bodily autonomy aren’t relatable to a college-age teenage girl. Let’s talk about how teenage girls are twice as likely to develop depression as their male counterparts. Let’s talk about how countless other men have had their deaths romanticized beyond belief without any question, but the second women grasp onto someone they’re shot down as silly and overly invested.
The communal dragging I love it