July 2010
30 posts
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me...
– Sylvia Plath (The Journals of Sylvia Plath) (via awhitestraw) (via feelslikeyesterday) (via soubresaut) (via death-ray) (via venusinfurs) (via funeral) i will forever reblog this. (via sarahpanic)
Finally something happening there... →
fuckyeahsylviaplath:
lovingsylvia:
Julia Stiles talking about shooting “The Bell Jar” next spring! Yey!! :)
holy shit! yes!
Metaphors - Sylvia Plath
fuckyeahsylviaplath:
jubilantly:
I’m a riddle in nine syllables. An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. Money’s new-minted in this fat purse. I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I’ve eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
jesaisquoi-:
Pokémon: the Cosby version
lol
I think when you have trouble compiling your thoughts into words, it’s time to...
– Derek (via toe-ray) (via creemakeslove) (via twentynothings)
I want someone who will be monogamous, and nice to his mother. And I want...
– liz lemon, 30 rock (via precipice)
the city is a map of cheerful twitters now, and everywhere people, eyes...
– sylvia plath
… innocence
is a fairy-tale; intelligence
hangs itself on its own rope.
– Sylvia Plath, “Metamorphoses of the Moon” (completed before 1956) (via wearebasiclight) (via twentynothings)
June 2010
14 posts
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of...
– Sylvia Plath, “The Rival” (via colourmegreenwich) (via
I am supposed to be having the time of my life.
– Sylvia Plath (via zeitgeistbitches) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath)
Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the...
– Sylvia Plath (via suzywire) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath) (via skankk)
stuck sinking sinking
trading mocha freckles and glitter spit for some sick-bed feeling that rusts like summer cars in deep green lakes; that fade like ghost drugs down twisted spines, intertwined.
isolated, peeling dead thoughts like dead skin off with my teeth. sitting here, disgustingly dependent. i don’t want this.
black lungs, if i had a theory, it’d be fucking nuclear.
when
fighting...
April 2010
1 post
March 2010
10 posts