— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
me, begging, tears in my eyes: please. please just tell me what the book is about. the plot. please
a book annotation on the cover, unfazed: A Subversive Masterpiece. A Deep And Touching Story. The New York Times Bestseller. Go Fuck Yourself
Babe, uncomfortable feelings are a part of life. They will come, as they have right now. They will go, as they always have. Then they’ll come back again, but they’ll also go again. There is no ‘peak existence’ that doesn’t include emotional discomfort. So, make some space for it, watch your little show, eat a little treat— a little enjoyment can co-exist with your discomfort. Try again tomorrow.
“i feel like i have no purpose” You are not a fixed entity. You do not have one grand, singular, constant purpose. As long as you have genuine intent behind your actions, everything you do serves a purpose. As long as you are truly present, you notice that everything contributes to a greater whole. You do not need to dedicate yourself endlessly to one practice to achieve a purpose; allow yourself to oscillate freely between them all. Experiment. You are not one dimensional: treat yourself as such.
i am aware of the problems. however. i would rather be comfy in my bed. good night.
Gustave Caillebotte (French, 1848-1894), Le Petit bras de la Seine à Argenteuil, c.1890. Oil on canvas, 81 x 62.3 cm.
Looks like we can’t isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way out of this one boys
why don’t you shut your fucking mouth and look at the wikipedia page for sucking cock???????????
alright one sec
hey it says i gotta have my mouth open for this one boss
*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now
― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary
[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]
hate how links change color after you click em like theyre dirty now
My purple little fingerprints are all over the wikipedia
i love those tweets that are like “if our vibes don’t connect, i can’t lend my space and energy to you” yeah that’s called not liking someone. youre saying nothing
when my coworker doesn’t know something he simply makes it up
rather than say a snake is non-venomous he is currently telling guests that pythons and rat snakes “have no teeth”
I want to correct him but I also want to see how this plays out… sometimes experience is the best teacher
“all these skulls are real” bro they super are not I literally bought them from the replica manufacturers
“70% of snakes are stolen from the wild” what the fuck are you talking about
“snakes only reproduce once so if you take a nest from the wild that’s an evolutionary dead-end” do you get this information revealed to you in dreams???
When God closes a door I reach my little paws under it and meow until He opens it again.
— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)