that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.
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Sylvia Plath reading her poems 1958 - thepostarchive
Sylvia Plath, reading her poems in Springfield, MA on April, 18 1958
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University…
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University…
تا خرخره خودمو مشغول کردم و دیگه ساعتی برای تلف کردن ندارم اما هنوز حالم خوب نیست. فکر میکردم فرار کردن از افکارم حالمو خوب میکنه اما اشتباه میکردم
این میل و نیاز به نبودن هنوزم هست
تخریب نفس هنوزم هست
شایدم این خودمم که سفت چسبیدم بهشون... نمیدونم.. میشه آدم به نقاط منفیش دلبستگی پیدا کنه؟
این میل و نیاز به نبودن هنوزم هست
تخریب نفس هنوزم هست
شایدم این خودمم که سفت چسبیدم بهشون... نمیدونم.. میشه آدم به نقاط منفیش دلبستگی پیدا کنه؟
“Golden October declined into sombre November…”
T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral
T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral
nights are getting colder; the cold enters my home and loneliness follows. i crave warmth.