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quizzical-frisson: ithreatenedtostapleher: endofmarch: dialogues: (via gone! see profile for new link) sylvia plath “mad girl’s love song” (I think I made you up inside my head.)

“Me gusta la gente demasiado o nada en absoluto. Me tengo que ir en el fondo, caer en la gente, realmente conocerlos. ” - Sylvia Plath, Los diarios íntegros de Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath was found like this on the morning of 11 February 1963, dead of carbon monoxide poisoning in the kitchen with her head in the oven. She had sealed the rooms between herself and her sleeping children with wet towels and cloths. Plath then

The Sylvia Plath effect

Lady Lazarus, read by Sylvia Plath herself.

Daddy, you bastard! I’m through! Sylvia Plath

El corazón se cierra,El mar se desliza en retirada,Los espejos están Amortajados. Sylvia Plath

crime-time: “Dying Is an art. Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well” - Sylvia Plath. On February 10, 1963 Sylvia Plath was found dead of carbon monoxide poisoning in her kitchen. Plath had placed her head in the oven, while the

sskeptical: “I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” — Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)

sistersofsylviaplath: “Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.” — Sylvia Plath, from Lady Lazarus (via recommendedreadingroom)

mashamorevna: “I need someone to pour myself into.” — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via loveage-moondream)

uponthepages:went to my favorite local bookshop today and picked up another Sylvia Plath book. (-:

oiseauperdu: “Mother of otherness Eat me.” — Sylvia Plath, from Selected Poems; “Who,”

lithub:“Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath, born today in 1932

violentwavesofemotion: “Does nobody love me?” — Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “The Bee Meeting,”

artauds:sylvia plath (from fever 103°)

blxckberrying: when plath said “it seems that always in august i am more aware of the rain,”

thecenterwillnothold: [ID: excerpt from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices,” Sylvia Plath It is a terrible thingTo be so open: it is as if my heartPut on a face and walked into the world.’]

sadsarah: SYLVIA PLATH The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1982); original photos and edit

salemwitchtrials: Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, Sylvia Plath [ID: I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.]

somnoroasa: “November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.” — Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

salemwitchtrials: [ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: With Burning,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath “We grow. It hurts at first.”]

goodreadss: “I fought and fought to free myself.” — Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)

weltenwellen:Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

derangedrhythms: Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

metamorphesque:― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

derangedrhythms:Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from ‘Daddy’

derangedrhythms:Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Three Women’

louisegluck:Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals[Text ID: “To love, to be loved. By one; by humanity. I am afraid of love, of sacrifice on the altar.”]

louisegluck:Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals[Text ID: “I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep

louisegluck:Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals[Text ID: “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

artandchocolate:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

louisegluck:Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals[Text ID: “Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.”]

ificiy: “I will never be the same again – it was absolutely explosive, vital, soul-shattering.” — Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Philip E. McCurdy written c. April 1954 (via violentwavesofemotion)

violentwavesofemotion: “Why did I feel I needed to be punished, to punish myself. Why do I feel now I should be guilty, unhappy: and feel guilty if I am not?” — Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

wirginia-voolf: “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

quotespile: “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’” — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

tremendousandsonorouswords: Sylvia Plath in 1954, during her “platinum summer”. © The Lilly Library, Indiana University

nobrashfestivity: Sylvia Plath, 1950′s

resqectable: “I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.” — Sylvia Plath (via meineluft)

punlovsin:Sylvia Plath, my favorite photograph of her..

O God, I am not like you In your vacuous black,Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.Eternity bores me,I never wanted it. (Sylvia Plath)

“Dying Is an art, like anything else. I do it exceptionally well” Sylvia Plath

Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath

Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath.

books-n-quotes: “Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.” — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

vethox:“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”Quote by Sylvia Plath

wildethings:“Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I would love nothing more than to somehow have had the opportunity to meet Sylvia Plath. In my final year of school it’s obligatory for us, to study various poets, who are without a doubt extremely skilled. But when you compare the poetry of Plath

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