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we walk the plank with strangers.

When I was small, days and hours were long and spacious. I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

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.

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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.

I dressed slowly, smoothing, perfuming, powdering. I sat upstairs in the moist gray twilight, with the rain trickling down outside,

This is, I thought, the American Virgin, dressed to seduce.

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which one fits best?

'Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing' - Sylvia Plath #ThursdayThoughts

"There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them." -I hope you all find your hot bath today❤️

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I couldn’t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.

'I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.' Sylvia Plath was born #onthisday in 1932.

Happy 84th Birthday to the woman who will forever have the most haunting eyes. #BooksChangeLives

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The overdose

The eyes and the faces all turned themselves toward me, and guiding myself by them,as if by a magical thread,I stepped into the room

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along the middle of a surrounding hullabaloo.