— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
remember this, always.
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— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
remember this, always.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
— March 23, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
I think i shared it once b4 but
Cant f get this outta my head.
So GOOD
— March 6, 1913 / Letters to Felice
— March 6, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries
— January 7, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
is this how it feels?
Aaron Kunin, from The Sore Throat & Other Poems; "No Word, No Sign,"
― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven
The only way out is through?
i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.
“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals”
drowning in the words and clouds, far from the crowds!
September feels gut-wrenching somehow.
Athena Nassar, from "Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling"
I am exhausted, scared, incompetent, unenergetic and generally low in spirits
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. June 1952