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— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
for the year of the insane, anne sexton
Day 2,149
There’s still no god.
“Stop! Here lies the empire of death.” Seen in the Paris Catacombs.
‘That Burning Heart’.
Digital and graphite insomnia influenced speed sketch-thing from last night, one of a few scribbles drawn while re-reading the novel, Hannibal. The lovely @lionessamiele and a few anons. requested i post some of what i was drawing.
Title is of course derived from Dante’s La Vita Nuova.
“ Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. ”
“Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?”
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy”
— C. JoyBell C. (via thelovejournals)
J’ai assez lutté, j’ai assez souffert, je me suis assez dévoré le cœur. Il est temps que le jour se lève ; j’ai assez vécu dans la nuit.
Alfred de Musset, la confession d'un enfant du siècle. (via lanitescence)