Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual
at least there's gay people
and sadomasochism
Louis de Pointe du Lac arriving in Paris, 1945
Gregory Orr, from Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence, originally published in 2001
Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "Beloved," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems
post-email aftercare like that was a great email and you seemed so normal
— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”
— Kriti G.
women on here will read hundreds of pages of terrible books and poetry and essays just to find the few out of context lines that make sense when joined by other media they consumed and then theyll even arrange it like a careful florist n add some art to it that fits with the theme . like thank you God i love you all so much for it
reblog if you are your url
unity of opposites
there’s some comfort in knowing how universal lots of subtle feelings are. that all your mistakes have been made by somebody else. all your regrets following the mistake has been felt by someone else. someone feels, or has felt, the same kind of loneliness as you, the same existential anxiety, the same confusion about everyday interactions, the same fears about being perceived and the aloneness of navigating your life and feeling so insignificant and lacklustre compared to what other people seem to be experiencing. the differentness and the gap you feel that’s between you and everyone else. the same feeling of strangeness and liminal spaces and liminal feelings that aren’t exactly explainable, even if you had someone close enough to tell it to. there are subtle things that are specific to you that you think no one else has experienced. it’s written in subtext or woven between lines of music or captured in film or unspoken, but it’s there. someone, somewhere, understands.
This! I'm always surprised when I see comments saying "wow so Ive never had an original thought" in a negative way- because isn't that wonderful! How can any of us truly be alone when everything we feel is shared and no experience is unique to one person. Remembering I am not the only person with the thoughts and feelings I have makes the world so much less lonely.
Tbh im kinda pissed im not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden
erase the idea that the nude female form in art is sexual from your mind. womens bodies were not designed to pleasure the man's eye, they are designed to breathe, drink, consume, dance, create, and exist. art depicts womens bodies existing in many forms. nudity shows vulnerability and beauty and humanity. to limit female nudity in art to one context is to limit artistic expression and limit ones view of women.
Ernst Stuckelberg (detail)
Midsummer Eve by Edward Robert Hughes