-Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

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-Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
𝑶𝒉, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 . . . ⓆⓄⓉⒹ: How's it going? ⒶⓄⓉⒹ: I have a lot of extracurricular activities...I'm sorry I haven't been active as much. I'll try my best, I swear _______~♡~_______ Hello my dears, are you a wanderer who's looking for some love? Well, you've found the right place! Come, and let us have some tea and braid each others hair together, but be sure to watch out for any fiends nearby. So be sure to keep your weapons about. ﹎﹎﹎﹎✴☆゚.*・。゚✴﹎﹎﹎ *Feel free to DM me for any reason at all (if you wanna talk, be friends, or anything else) **Go follow me on other social medias Tumblr: @thesweetreliefofdeath ═════❦♢❦═════ 𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕜, 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 _______~♡~_______ 𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴: #poetry #darkaesthetic #darkacademia #darkacademiavibes #sweetdeath #wandererabovetheseaoffog #aliveness #poem #lovelyfeeling #fleetinglight #alonebutnotlonely #deadpoetssociety #tumblrtextposts #richardsiken #sylviapath #franzkafka #writersofinstagram #oscarwilde #atticus #chaoticacademia (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUAdzkdpbma/?utm_medium=tumblr
Something in me wants more. I just can't rest.
Sylvia Plath source: Pinterest
— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
"Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
21 /07/23
Life is confusing