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mannequinsoul · 13 days
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Saw this on pintrest💗
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paradis9s · 2 months
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postcardmemoriesposts · 3 months
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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.
-Sylvia path
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 4 months
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I read Kafka ,dostoevsky ,sylvia plath, virgina Woolf and camus I hope you won't have a problem dealing with my personality
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drunk-hood · 4 months
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- Sylvia Path
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derangedluxlisbon · 4 months
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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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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dumbas-writes · 6 months
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read in depth about Sylvia Plath and I wonder why people romanticize her life and ideals so much?
isn't it something so painful.
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epitaph4myheart · 6 months
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“I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop smock,
Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck to my knees.
Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice.
They will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear.”
—Sylvia Plath, from “The bee meeting”. Ariel.
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pariyyyyy · 7 months
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I think Scott Fitzgerald is not talked about enough. His way of writing was so realistic that it pierces through a person's heart when he said "I knew something had happened that could never be repaired (notebooks113)" it was so so so beautifully heart wrecking that it left me sobbing for Straight 15 minutes or the time he said and I quote "I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and I knew I would never be so happy again" this particular sentence hits so deeply cause it's so painfully true. Having everything you want might as well be a curse cause the sense of joy you feel when you get something new the feeling always is flustering to the self and thinking that you'll never experience it again sounds like a curse to me. the misery of his life was so breaking yet beautiful. The love, the hurt, the breaking, the alcoholism, everything in his life was just tremendously terrible yet full of love
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dactylicreveries · 8 months
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-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
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roreiny · 8 months
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she wrote me right there 👆🏼
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months
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Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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drunk-hood · 4 months
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"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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poeticallytrash · 10 months
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"There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. "
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this shit is eating me alive
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ardent-reflections · 11 months
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".... god, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts."
Sylvia Path
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