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Something Diabolical

My name is Autumn.
Sep 20 '14
Sep 20 '14
Sep 20 '14
Sep 19 '14
journalofanobody:

“Is anyone anywhere happy?”
— Sylvia Plath

journalofanobody:

Is anyone anywhere happy?
— Sylvia Plath
Sep 19 '14
"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 (via insanity-and-vanity)
Sep 19 '14
"(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Ending Line of “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath (via remuslupinly)
(via remuslupinly)
Sep 19 '14
"So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them."
Sylvia Plath (via sophianism)
(via sophianism)
Sep 19 '14
"We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you."
Sylvia Plath (via hqlines)
(via hqlines)
Sep 19 '14
"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."
Sylvia Plath (via plant-photography)
Sep 19 '14
"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
(via wordsnquotes)