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You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you. *Some posts may be triggering*
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.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via hqlines)
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Leaving Early


Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath, reading her poem titled Leaving Early (x)

Lady, what am I doing
With a lung full of dust and a tongue of wood,
Knee-deep in the cold swamped by flowers?

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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle-age.
- Sylvia Plath, 7 November 1959, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become
- Sylvia PlathThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via collectinqwords)
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Is there no way out of the mind?
- Sylvia Plath (via cityofself)
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