Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

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Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
“Public libraries are such important, lovely places!” Yes but do you GO there. Do you STUDY there. Do you meet friends and get coffee there. Do you borrow the FREE, ZERO SUBSCRIPTION, ZERO TRACKING books, audiobooks, ebooks, and films. Have you checked out their events and schemes. Do you sign up for the low cost courses in ASL or knitting or programming or writing your CV that they probably run. Do you know they probably have myriad of schemes to help low income families. Do you hire their low cost rooms if you need them. Have you joined their social groups. Do you use the FREE COMPUTERS. Do you even know what your library is trying to offer you. Listen, the library shouldn’t just exist for you as a nice idea. That’s why more libraries shut every year
If this post persuades even one person to get a free library account and use it, my time on this hellsite will not have been spent in vain
Unfortunately the nearest library is 40 min away (bc we're on the wrong side of the county line for the 20 min one)
But! The Brooklyn library is giving free cards nationally to anyone 21 and under!
The Library Is a Magical Place and You Should Fucking Go There
Your Library Lets You Stream Audiobooks and eBooks FOR FREEEEEEE!
If my partner is in the next room over and hasn’t spoken to me in 15 minutes, I can easily convince myself that it’s not just because he’s reading but because the last thing I said to him was wrong somehow, and he’s stewing and ready to scream at me any second now about how awful I am. This belief, though, is wrong. He doesn’t get upset about infinitesimal things, and when he is upset, that isn’t how he handles it. He’s not my father.
It absolutely makes sense for me to process information this way — in many situations I’ve been in, that instinct would have been correct, and helped me stay safe. But it isn’t correct anymore, and it would be unhealthy — and unfair — to act as if it were. I’m not wrong for feeling the way I do, but if I forced my partner to treat my feelings as reality — if I called him five times a day while he was at work to have him reassure me he wasn’t mad at me, if I forbade him from ever taking time to himself without reminding me it wasn’t about me, or ever being outwardly upset about things like having a bad day at work because it makes me anxious — that would be a terrible relationship for him to be in. I’m not wrong for feeling how I do, but it’s on me to make a plan for how to cope with it: to remind myself to look at the evidence and ask whether there’s any suggestion that I’m actually about to be harmed, to develop my own coping strategies, to be self-aware of my own history and the way I map it onto my present. I can certainly ask my partner for support in this, or to make some concessions to my history that he agrees are both fair and healthy for him, but I can’t ask him to bend over backwards for me because I’m not willing to do the work at all. We can’t justify harmful things we do to others by pointing to the ways they’re related to how we ourselves were harmed — a reason isn’t a justification.
Rachel at Autostraddle (in an agony aunt column that’s actually about biphobia, but took this excellent turn into Why You Don’t Have To Grovel To People’s Neuroses)
i am struggling to put it into words but the exclamation point is not just used for exclamation! anymore. people on the internet and in written communication seem to almost subconsciously use it as a sign of sincerity. go look at a youtube video with mostly positive comments and you'll see what i mean. i caught myself doing it and then i noticed other people using excessive exclamation too - we wouldn't be yelling these things in real life but it is harder to discern tone in text and so the exclamation point has evolved to imply a sentence should be read sincerely and not flatly
“Yet Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are very different from each other… . Some of their novels’ themes have a family resemblance, but the difference between Emily’s slant on them and Charlotte’s is as great as the difference between Charlotte’s Rochester and Emily’s Heathcliff. In Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, women make large claims for themselves, fail to resent the free talk and shocking behavior of the men in their lives, and in general act far more independently than ladies should. Yet the rebellions mounted in Jane Eyre are different in their kind and course from those mounted in Wuthering Heights. In Jane Eyre, rebellion is the means to an agreeable and accommodating end. In Wuthering Heights, rebellion is an abiding state of mind and an end in itself.”
— Janet Gezari’s introduction to The Annotated Wuthering Heights
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girlie you can't give up you don't have the mansion with a secret library yet
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp
they do this so that they can prove people use the library, figure out what books are popular so they can make sure to get more like it or further entries in a series, and to figure out what times the library is more buisy while ive never killed a person in a library (yet) i do sometimes unshelve additional books to boost the statistics thus resulting in increased funding for the library, however small
librarians being a-ok with murder but draw the lines at reshelving books is painfully on brand
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“I’m 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by Friday. Saturday morning comes and I am lucky to know me. I wasn’t born knowing how to love me, but I’m learning now; catching up for lost time between us. I keep the windows open. I play oldies throughout every corner of my apartment. I tell the dog how good it feels, at least for today, at least for right now, to be alive.”
— Schuyler Peck, Can’t Get Enough Of My Love
*takes off my glasses and rubs my eyes like i’m a detective who just can’t crack this case*