Simply Because

Who: Tiia What: Photography Student When: Born the year 1991 Where: Canada I post: Fashion, Art (in variety of forms) and Music, with the occasional food and personal post Oh, also TV shows I like make there way to my tumblr from time to time too.

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Elm by Sylvia Plath

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I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; 

It is what you fear. 

I do not fear it: I have been there. 

Is it the sea you hear in me, 

Its dissatisfactions? 

Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? 

Love is a shadow. 

How you lie and cry after it. 

Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. 

All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, 

Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, 

Echoing, echoing. 

Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? 

This is rain now, the big hush. 

And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic. 

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. 

Scorched to the root 

My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires. 

Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. 

A wind of such violence 

Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. 

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me 

Cruelly, being barren. 

Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. 

I let her go. I let her go 

Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. 

How your bad dreams possess and endow me. 

I am inhabited by a cry. 

Nightly it flaps out 

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. 

I am terrified by this dark thing 

That sleeps in me; 

All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. 

Clouds pass and disperse. 

Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? 

Is it for such I agitate my heart? 

I am incapable of more knowledge. 

What is this, this face 

So murderous in its strangle of branches? - 

Its snaky acids hiss. 

It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults 

That kill, that kill, that kill.

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#billyjoel (Taken with Instagram)

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I like this version a tad better then the recorded one.... 

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I often dress like an old man. I'm okay with this.

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And there then becomes that moment, where everything is happening so fast, yet nothing is happening at all. Time stands still, yet the guilt and desire never seems to subside.

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