Sylvia Plath, aged 26, NOTES ON INTERVIEWS WITH RB, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated December 12, 1958); ["RB" - Dr. Ruth Beuscher, her psychiatrist]
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Sylvia Plath, aged 26, NOTES ON INTERVIEWS WITH RB, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated December 12, 1958); ["RB" - Dr. Ruth Beuscher, her psychiatrist]
When I forget what’s important, you remind me and after all, clarity hurts
"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding
Used your poetry as handwriting practice and wanted to show you the result. It's not the best since I'm still a beginner at cursive. Hope you like it!!
Hiiii omg that’s gorgeous! Cursive is an art and I’m so honoured you chose my poetry for your practice. 💕
I love you, clouds, for your endless romanticism
I love you, sunset, your warmth speaks of forgiveness, a reminder that renewal comes after a slight doze..
The clouds speak tonight, in rumbles, in waves that crash across the fiery blue
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joy sullivan
Resplendent, dusty, regal, tired All at once; each pretty face wonders who the new commander is. Will he be kind, understanding, sensitive even? Or will he be blazing, loud, poachy in an uncute way? I laze around in the June heat. Spring is gone forever and I feel doomed If it couldn't have been you, then why bother? The universe likes playing sick jokes on you because my dress unfurls in the wind and the ribbons in my hair blow like kites cut loose by a mischievous hand All that wonder, contained in turquoise hearts burst forth from this dam; dreams that splinter like a bad tooth, touched too much by a dentist rocks and rocks; so pretty but none belong to me. The earth is the museum of our future and here you are, drinking iced tea, barely sweetened. How i wish to dump a pack of sugar into your glass.
June unfurls. She is dancing, twisting, youthful. And I feel that, I can breathe deeply once more.
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Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds
Don’t be shy, bright heart
My suffering is unconfident fleeting, dizzying, and ecstatic. Tonight, under the amber waxing moon, as I breathe in Spring's last stand, frigid whispers into my ear, as if she's saying "wake up, wake up! before you drown in the ocean of your own silliness". And it's beautiful; an oil painting rendered by a skilled hand luscious, green, a Mediterranean vacation
except I am allergic to all the pollen from these trees.
William Faulkner, Light in August
get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all
Letter from Kafka’s uncle Alfred Löwy May 14, 1914 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973