sazia

spontaneous and awfully short + sometimes i write stuff: www.wattpad.com/user/_sazia 

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[thoughtkick]

“I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.”

— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964

[intopermanence]

“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls & the walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches — because love is felt most when its leaving.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, ‘i would leave me too if i could.’, from moony moonless sky.

[art acquired from pinterest]

[saintlysinnerss]

“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”

“and all i loved, i loved alone.”

Edgar Allan Poe

[metamorphesque]

— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan

[text ID: “I could’ve lived like this”, echoed in my head. / As I looked around, my eyes unthinkingly clung to places where I could’ve hidden my selves: the ones that didn’t come to being and the one that I was. In the cupboards of this kitchen I could’ve buried all the women I could’ve grown into. While doing so, I would’ve put on the apron of the one who inhabited the kitchen. The cups and the glasses would’ve made place for me. I could’ve easily found a home in between the kitchen table and refrigerator. As the fragrance of rosemary and thyme found their way to me, a picture found its way to the back of my eyes: a hushed scene, full of contentment, a shot of me standing in the center of this kitchen, feet thick brown trucks giving birth to dozens of snakelike radixes, covered in colorful moss, devoid of flowers but who needs flowers when all they do is wilt anyway? I would’ve thought so, had I been the me of that frame. / I could’ve been content here, not happy, but content. The cutlery and the plates would’ve made place for me. The dull roar of the washing machine would’ve hidden my cries, with the same diligence it sheltered my mother’s. The “what ifs” of this particular scenario smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. / I could’ve been content here. I thought as I placed the coffee cup on the countertop next to the gas stove: the surface always wet for it filled the space between the sink and the stove, in between water and fire.  / I could’ve been content here. I repeated as I unscrewed the lid of the coffee jar and took out a spoonful of the umber powder. / While turning on the gas and putting the cezve on its designated place, I cursed the mind that yearned for more, yearned to be more than what it was supposed to be. I cursed the eyes that only saw what was not in front of them, hands that wished to touch what wasn’t theirs to touch and the tongue that longed to taste what wasn’t hers to taste. I cursed myself because I understood that I could’ve been content here, and as the umber froth fought its way to the surface, my tears caved in to the gravitational force.]

[metamorphesque]

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[glitterstarsandtea]

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[keremelcream]

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[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?”

-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Time is nothing.

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife //Illustration by Lesley Imgart

[funeral]

Sylvia Plath, “I Have Found The Perfect World”

[glitterstarsandtea]

Sylvia really knew my self-loathing ass

[lotus-poet]

"He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use you passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one will again."

- Vincent and the Doctor

[hearty-an0n]

mark of athena, rick riordan // Elizabeth Gilbert //Orestes, Euripides // dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift // the song of achilles, madeline miller

of knowing (and loving anyways)

[tomesofthetrade]

“Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.”

- The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

[phlegathon]

i hate myself for feeling this way

1. the crane wife; cj hauser 2. dead inside; unknown 3. love of the wolf: “stigmata: escaping texts”; hélène cixous (tr. keith cohen) 4. my mother; georges bataille 5. twitter; @kvetchkween 6. the letters of virginia woolf, volume 3; virginia woolf 7. litany in which certain things are crossed out; richard siken 8. hoax; taylor swift 9. birds hover the trampled field; richard siken