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Sylvia Plath was right

About what?

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

the-bookshop

Source.

nostalgicacademia

Autumn Academia

etherea1ity

icedespressoo

started Babel by R.F. Kuang as a former translation student and i am in LOVE

sorrrowfull

firesidecottage

autumn

oh to be autumn, to be the smell of rain on freshly cut grass and dirt. to be the feel of courderoy and long sleeves, to be tones of earth and deep green and to merge in with the forest pallette.

to be the smell of old books and chimeney smoke to dress like a college professor and to be at peace with life.

to find ease in rainy days but to know dispair in rainy weeks. to seek comfort in the warmth of the home but to find sadness in the enclosure of its walls.

to know the self and the cycles and still not be able to avoid them. to see patterns and let them run their course because you have tried swimming upriver before.

wanting to speed up the process but knowing that just like the seasons, the world turns at its own pace.

yet

to need sun to survive and thrive, to need warmth to feel joy and to crave spring for growth and contentment.

to want the un in their smile, the breeze in their hair, the green in their eyes.

to be one thing and crave the other. to be the season of decay and be in need rebirth. to want companionship but not be able to find it. to be the hades to their persephone before he even found her.

to be autumn, to need spring.