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“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”

“Is there no escape from the mind?”

Leftcoastzen She was amazing! 2y

beenbee @Leftcoastzen she really was! 2y

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For the year 2000 I chose to read this book. There is something so terribly sad and voyeuristic about reading her journals knowing how it‘s going to end. The unraveling and struggle of her life is here for all to read and more importantly to understand how this amazing woman came to the end she came to and why her writing was so very powerful. #19822022 @Librarybelle

Librarybelle Stacking! 2y

KristiAhlers @Librarybelle I hope you like it. It took several weeks to finish it but it was so worth reading her thoughts. 2y

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Fantastic free bookshelf pickup tonight!🥰 going to spruce it up over the holidays! My other one was packed! 📚🐈‍⬛

Also picked up my #CreepyChristmas package today!! @teebe @ulrichyumiodd 🩸🎄🖤

ulrichyumiodd Such a pretty bookshelf! And, wow, that package took no time at all! I‘m so glad it arrived already! 2y

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Happy Birthday, Sylvia. You would‘ve been 89. I wish you could‘ve seen more of life. You were so young. You burned so bright. 💔

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BeeMagical

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Eeeek!!! Birthday prezzies books from my besties!!🖤🖤

…I turn the big 3-0 tomorrow!😬😂

IuliaC Happy birthday for tomorrow! 🎁🎉 3y

StillLookingForCarmenSanDiego 🎉🎉 3y

BeeMagical @IuliaC thank you!!❤️ @StillLookingForCarmenSanDiego ❤️❤️ 3y

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Finally updated my letterboards last night. I still had quotes referencing spring up!

Nute Quite lovely! 3y

EvieBee That‘s a good one! 3y

jewright I love Sylvia Plath. 3y

Saknicole Haha last time I was there, I was like, “cute flowers.” Then I remembered that I painted them 😂 I should water color more. 3y

Kimberlone @Saknicole haha totally! These flowers were so pretty. 3y

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The 27th ! A couple of greats in the field of poetry.
Birthdays today. Plath (1932-1963) Thomas (1914-1953) Love them both.

ju.ca.no They are both so fantastic❤️ 3y

vivastory Commenting on an older post, but I seriously can't believe I didn't know they shared a birthday! Love both of them. I've rediscovered my love for poetry this year. 3y

Leftcoastzen @vivastory I didn‘t figure it out either till this year ! Funny how that works sometimes.Poetry can be like medicine. 3y

vivastory Agreed! 3y

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#QuotsySept20 Day 22: #Fall

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#poetry

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Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

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#currentlyreading #journals #SylviaPlath #women #writers #life

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#Bath #QuotsyJun20 @TK-421

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Does anyone know what this mean?

AshleyHoss820 I don‘t but I‘m intrigued! 4y

coffeewithbooks @AshleyHoss820 me two I never seen it before 4y

coffeewithbooks @AshleyHoss820 I googled it lol... it for you to learn more about the author 4y

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cathysaid Amazon Prime has something that might be similar. They show pics of the actors in a show or movie with their names across the bottom of the screen. 4y

coffeewithbooks @cathysaid oh that cool 4y

AshleyHoss820 @thereadingunicorn Oh! That‘s cool!! 4y

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I‘m still working my way through this book. The pic is of an art journal spread that I finished this week. I like its spooky cool vibe. #artistsoflitsy #artjournal

mariaku21 I love it! The bright colors in the background are eye catching 😍 4y

UwannaPublishme How cool! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 4y

slategreyskies Thanks! I liked the way it turned out too! :) @mariaku21 @UwannaPublishme 4y

kspenmoll You did this? What talent- it‘s beautiful! 4y

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#Flowers #QuotsyMay20 @TK-421

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I‘ve been listening to this #audiobook for the past couple of days. I‘d hesitated to purchase it, since the reviewers were all complaining about its speed. I set it to .8X, and it sounds just about right, and I think it‘s well done. I‘ve been marking passages I like in my paper copy when I come across sections that really speak to me. I‘ve always had a soft spot for Sylvia.

Pic is of bachelor‘s button wildflowers. 💙!!

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Reading someone else's private journals can be a little weird. I just read an entire paragraph that she wrote about how much she enjoys picking her nose. I feel like maybe she didn't mean for the world to see that. But it makes her really human at the same time.

I know you all are glad I shared this.

Kelly_the_Bookish_Sidekick Why did I read that?!🤢 4y

vlwelser @Kelly_the_Bookish_Sidekick Sorry! 4y

Kelly_the_Bookish_Sidekick Not your fault! You gave a fair warning. But the part of me that is all "12-year old boy" couldn't resist. ? 4y

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#QuotsyApr20 Day 9: #Cherish

gradcat Cool. ♥️ 4y

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“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, #jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. ⬇️

TK-421 ... So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.” #QuotsyMar20 4y

TrishB Even her journals are works of art. 4y

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“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”

#Prayer
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Such a talent.

Linsy Love that octopus! 😍 4y

Aimeesue Octopus love! 🐙 4y

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

#QuotsyJan20 | 28: #Privacy

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slategreyskies This is exactly me. I don‘t like that I know this about myself, but I do. Harsh truth. 4y

Suet624 💕💕💕😭😭😭 4y

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Shemac77

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Light, Christmas reading. Just my style.

kspenmoll Ha! I started this book after a job change where I went from walking 2 miles most days to & from work for 3 years yo commuting 45 min. While reading her journals I got very depressed. Called my old therapist who asked me lifestyle questions. She told me to walk after work & dump the book for now. I am still walking but have not picked up the book since. I think I could now! Let me know what you think of her journals. 4y

Shemac77 @kspenmoll I see it! Her writing is beautiful but so very dark. It‘s going to be one where I pick it up occasionally. 4y

kspenmoll @Shemac77 Glad you are pacing yourself! ❤️ 4y

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#abstract #quotsyoct19

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#QuotsyOct19 Day 12: #Abstract

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#gorgeous #quotsyjuly19 @TK-421

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Why should you read Sylvia Plath? Watch this TED-Ed video - https://youtu.be/wCWl8ZIgCHk

TrishB 👍🏻 I have visited her grave 💔 5y

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#YouSay many things in journals that no one else ever sees. Maybe someone could have helped her, I know depression wasn‘t acknowledged then like it is today. I hope you will listen to the song!! It‘s so inspirational and uplifting!

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”

I‘m including a crisis hotline link in case anyone out there needs it. ❤️
https://www.mentalhealthline.org/?n=8445494266

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Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @ktpantyhose I thought of you when I posted this!! 🤣🤣 these books fared well also!! 5y

Andrew65 Can always tell your lovely photographs even before I look at who posts them. You are so great at these. 5y

Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @Andrew65 thank you Andrew!! 🙏🏻💗 5y

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I'm gonna share some quotes from this book.
So here they are:

¶ ...All is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. 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… ¶

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imitelis Women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of infants, feeder of soul, body and pride of man? Being a woman is my awful tragedy. 5y

imitelis •I don‘t see how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you‘re young you‘re so self-reliant. You don‘t even need much religion. 5y

imitelis •Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces flesh, pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless.• 5y

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imitelis ¶ I have to exercise my memory in little feats just so I can stay in this damn wonderful place which I love and hate with all my heart. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Perhaps that‘s why I want to be everyone – so no one can blame me for being I. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ He has led you up behind the fraternity house to a clearing in the pines overlooking the city. The perfect place to discuss god and life. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ And you hate him because he has deprived you of that: walks and aloneness. And you hate him because he is a boy. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ She screams and rapidly puts lipstick on her own lips. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ At the traditional age of sixteen, you found out that a kiss was not as distasteful as once imagined. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in – and a lack of that now. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ That starts you feeling a little sorry. You won‘t ever see her again. She won‘t even remember you. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Will I never rest in sunlight again – slow, languid & golden with peace? ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ You‘d much rather read anything but what you have to, but you do have to, and you will, although you‘ve already wasted two hours writing stream-of-consciousness stuff in here when your stream isn‘t even much to brag about, after all. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Then bed, and again the luxury of the dark. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ What is more tedious than boy-girl episodes? Nothing; yet there is no tedium that will be recorded so eternally. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I don‘t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don‘t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward. I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Why am I obsessed with the idea I can justify myself by getting manuscripts published? Is it an escape – an excuse for any social failure – so I can say “No, I don‘t go out for many extra-curricular activities, but I spent a lot of time writing.” Or is it an excuse for wanting to be alone and mediate alone, not having to brave a group of women? (Women in numbers have always disturbed me) 5y

imitelis (Cont'd->). Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say “living and feeding a man‘s insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life, don‘t have time to write?” Or will I stick to my damn stuff and practice? Read and think and practice? I am worried about thinking. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ So I am led to one or two choices. Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I‘m any good?” ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I am afraid that the physical sensuousness of marriage will lull and soothe to inactive lethargy my desire to work outside the realm of my mate – might make me “lose myself in him,” as I said before, and thereby lose the need to write as I would lose the need to escape. Very simple.” ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Victimized by sex is the human race. Animals, the fortunate lower beasts, go into heat. Then they are through with the thing, while we poor lustful humans, caged by mores, chained by circumstance, writhe and agonize with the appalling and demanding fire licking always at our loins. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Can‘t stop thinking I am just beginning. In 10 years I will be 30 and not ancient and maybe good. Hope. Prospects. Work, though, and I love it. Delivering babies. Maybe even both kinds. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶` Face it, kid, you‘ve had a hell of lot of good breaks. No Elizabeth Taylor, maybe. No child Hemingway, but God, you are growing up. In other words, you‘ve come a long way from the ugly introvert you were only five years ago. Pats on the back in order? OK. Tan, tall, blondish, not half bad. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ The end was coition, physically. But I wasn‘t having any of that. I was being pragmatic. I felt like being kissed, petted, made love to. I would take it as far as I wanted to. To hell with him. I am not a tease, nor a whore – he could go home unsatisfied, rape a stranger, I didn‘t care ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ And there is the fallacy of existence: the idea that one would be happy forever and aye with a given situation or series of accomplishments. Why did Virginia Woolf commit suicide? Or Sara Teasdale – or the other brilliant women – neurotic? Was their writing sublimation (oh horrible world) of deep, basic desires? ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I think I am a good deal more experienced in varieties of kisses than he is. I better be careful I don‘t shock him or make him think he needs more experience, because I like him this way, and perhaps subtly I can let him know how other ways I like to be kissed. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Oh God, there is no faith or permanence or solace in love unless – unless – the mind adores, the body adores – and yet the fear is always in my mind: tomorrow it will all be different – tomorrow I will hate the way he chuckles at a joke, or combs his hair with a dirty pocket comb, (Cont'd->) 5y

imitelis tomorrow he will see that my nose is fat and my skin is sallow, and the wine, and the colored lights, and the bitten apple of love will translate itself into discarded feces. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Let‘s face it, I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren‘t many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can‘t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Would it be too childish of me to say : I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ And meanwhile you are probably sleeping exhausted in the arms of some brilliant whore, or maybe even the Swiss girl who wants to marry you. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ With love and faith, not turning sour and cold and bitter, to help others. That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of live, no matter what, and give to others. Generously ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ But I am not. I am inclined to babies and bed and brilliant friends and a magnificent stimulating home where geniuses drink gin in the kitchen after a delectable dinner and read their own novels and tell about why the stock market is the way it will be and discuss scientific mysticism. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ If I were a man, I could write a novel about this; being a woman, why must I only cry and freeze, cry and freeze? ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Golden wafers (such an elegant name for Ritz crackers) ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ The horror, day by day more sure, of being pregnant. Remembering my growing casualness about contraception, as if it couldn‘t happen to me. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Story: woman with poet husband who writes about love, passion – she, after glow of vanity and joy, finds out he isn‘t writing about her (as her friends think) but about Dream Woman Muse. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Reading a glut of SatEvePost stories till my eyes ached these past days I realized the gap in my writing and theirs. My world is flat thin pasteboard, theirs full of babies, old dowagers, queer jobs and job lingo instead of set pieces ending in ‘I love you.' ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Remember Florence across the street, who had orange Japanese lanterns in her garden that used to crumble in your fingers with a dry crinkling sound? Remember how you used to lock the bathroom door…and squat in fascinated discover over the hand mirror on the floor and defecate? God, start remembering all the things; all the little things! ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Sometimes I shiver in a preview of the pain and the terror of childbirth, but it will come and I live through it. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Who knows who Ted‘s next book will be dedicated to? His navel. His penis.¶ (when she was sure he's cheating on her with one of his smith students) 5y

imitelis ¶ I got the final insight: not only am I just as nasty as everybody else, but so is Ted. A liar and a vain smiler. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ He was walking with a board, intense smile, eyes into the uplifted doe-eyes of a strange girl with brownish hair, a large lipsticked grin, and bare thick legs in khaki Bermuda shorts. I saw this in several sharp flashes, like blows. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I enjoy it when Ted is off for a bit. I can build up my own inner life, my own thoughts, without his continuous “What are you thinking? What are you going to do now?” which makes me promptly and recalcitrantly stop thinking and doing. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Security is inside me and in Ted‘s warmth. The smell and feel of him is worth a private fortune a year and how lucky I am – there are not rules for this kind of wifeliness – I must make them up as I go along and will do so. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Hope, careers – writing is too much for me: I don‘t want a job until I am happy with writing – yet feel desperate to get a job – to fill myself up with some external reality where people accept phone bills, meat-getting, babies, marriage, as part of the purpose to the universe. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ A question: do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing that work (writing, learning German, French, studying)? It seems that way. I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. Everyone else seems to be doing valuable work: social work, cancer research, teaching, degree getting, mothering. What can I do? ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ She had good big breasts though, and they bulged up under the starched sexless white uniforms so you could see how some guy might want to get real romantic. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ The clock struck 12. The baby squirmed and cried, warm in the crook of my arm. Doctor Webb put his fingers digging into my stomach and told me to cough. The afterbirth flew out into a Pyrex bowl, which crimsoned with blood. It was whole. We had a son. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don‘t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. (Cont'd-> 5y

imitelis But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time... ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ “I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.” ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. ¶ 5y

imitelis ¶ Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. (Cont'd--> 5y

imitelis Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder. ¶ 5y

imitelis Okay, i guess that's enough. I need to stop here. 5y

imitelis There are many quotes. Hell, I can possibly write a new book as collection or selection of lines from her journals. 5y

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imitelis

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#OneWordReview: Forelsket

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

I have read sylvia's journals long ago. But, it always feels like i haven't read them at all. Every time i go thru them, i get THAT feeling. Hell, i love this girl. Truly. I know i can't have her. I can't meet her. She's dead and gone and just a name that survived til date. But, even then, this feeling that i've feels wonderful.

imitelis whenever i read her journals i fall in love with this girl. I don't wanna confess this but i can't put it otherwise. There's great humour in her journals and things written in a way way she truly feels. Her perspective is amazing. The way she looks at the world and everything about her. Reading her journals is like looking at the world she was in thru her mind. Her honesty is awesome. It just wins you over. 5y

imitelis You feel her pain and her happiness and everything. You wish for things to happen to her that are beautiful and amazing but then, you know, people don't always get what they deserve. And life sometimes as always becomes another form of cruelty itself. 5y

imitelis This one Norwegian word i just mentioned is what i feel like when i go thru her journals. I love her journals more than her poems or any other works. 5y

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imitelis Yet that word isn't enough. Here's the thing. Language is limited and there ain't any words for many indescribable things that you truly feel. 5y

imitelis I could have described my experience in many words such as: 5y

imitelis Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections. 5y

imitelis Sylvia isn't a perfect human being. 5y

imitelis And yet that's what makes her so beautiful 5y

imitelis Wait.. Did i just said "She is" 5y

imitelis I mean, She was. 5y

imitelis Then there's this another word 5y

imitelis Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost. 5y

imitelis Hell, English doesn't have many words for feelings that you can't really explain to are so numinous. 5y

imitelis Then there's another word 5y

imitelis Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place 5y

imitelis Especially when you know sylvia's life story beyond her journals, say her suicide and all the terrible things, then reading her journals is like a ...... 5y

imitelis Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears. 5y

imitelis I feel like using a time machine to go to the world sylvia was in. Not that it was some Disney world or fairyland. No. 5y

imitelis I feel like sharing some lines from her jourmals. 5y

imitelis So i'm gonna do it. Not all lines of course. That might ruin the experience of one can have when going thru her journals after going thru this post. 5y

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merelybookish

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We're having a blizzard 🌨️today in the Denver area that's supposed to continue on into the night. 🤤
I enjoyed this sly take on the weather by a local used bookstore.

Melissa_J Perfect excuse to spend the evening reading 📖 5y

Leftcoastzen Wow a friend of mine has a trip there that has been planed for months ,he was raised there so I think he can deal.... 5y

LeahBergen Happy Birthday, my friend!! 📚📚📚📚 5y

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Redwritinghood Happy birthday! 🎂🎂 5y

readordierachel Happy birthday! 🎉🎊🎈 5y

merelybookish @Melissa_J This is true! No better permission 5y

merelybookish @Leftcoastzen I'm sure he is fine. Coloradans are perhaps a wee bit smug about their ability to deal with weather. 😏 5y

merelybookish @LeahBergen @Redwritinghood @readordierachel Thank you friends! I've already scored a few books so a good bday so far! 😎 5y

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miloctubres

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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between

TheBooketList

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Sylvia Plath

"I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter..."

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EleniKara

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Sylvia Plath

-The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath
-Love in the Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Marquez
-Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine - Gail Honeyman
-The Book Of Essie - Meghan Weir
- 11/22/63 - Stephen King

#sundayfunday

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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Sylvia Plath

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”

#Kiss
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