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Art block is kicking my ass, please have this Owen as an offering
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother dated 13 December 1954, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
CAITLIN COOKE 🩷
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My favorite character from 6teen is Caitlin Cooke!
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Next up is Jennifer Masterson
this is probably my favorite of Plath's poems that i've read
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our fates are entwined whether you like it or not you stupid bastard
hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
hanging out w my cat <3
You have gone out with handsomer, cavalierly boys. You kissed them, laughed with them, and didn’t mind leaving them. Why? Because they didn’t offer a future? Maybe. But also because you know damn well that sex isn’t ever enough for you. You want a brilliant mind that you can stimulate, but that you can also honestly look up to.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956
6teen
The cherry petals are just beginning to blow down like pink snow, & the laburnum & lilac are just opening a few buds, and a few apple trees are blooming in the orchard. There are bluebells everywhere, a lovely thundery purple, and a few beautiful "pheasant's eye" white narcissi are opening on the back hill, alone among the daffodils in being delicately scented, with a short, bright yellow trumpet ringed with red. I prowl about the place daily for little bouquets of this and that.
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother Aurelia, dated 14 May 1962, from Letters Home: Correspondence