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Jopolkadot: “I desire occasionally, some backtalk, from the mute sky” Sylvia Plath Photography © Lauren Withrow

ChefMashup: Sylvia Plath's Love Letters to Ted Hughes, Rolling Pin, Recipes Sell at Auction - News18

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niaisawhore: dont mind me, lemme just pull a sylvia plath real quick

Fatennma: 24/7 Sylvia Plath.

agnosticsy: Sylvia Plath

FelwaAlhudaithy: “All my fairy-tale thoughts are awakened by him.” Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother, 1956

msarki: ...The Rebellion of Sylvia Plath

legalwifeoftan: 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 TAN WINNERCGO MVSTREAM

gnilwoce: “There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

mz11_z: August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. -Sylvia Plath

jeffdungfelder: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. . — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar . . . . . (NYC)

FutureLifeNow: Daily Quote: August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath

NAQVIISM: August rain, the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. - Sylvia Plath

sylviaplathinfo: The Egyptian-style glazed amulet of the Horus Falcon, circa early 20th century, given by Ted Hughes to Sylvia Plath is 23 cm tall (9 in.). It sold at auction for £11,970. That's £520.43 per centimeter.

cine_magique: Oldboy (2003) by Park Chan-wook // The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath via veryslowreader on Tumblr

fraveris: August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born, The Odd Uneven Time. Sylvia Plath Art By Trina Schart-Hyman

crollyson: Sylvia Plath Day by Day, August 2, 1945: Purchases a scrapbook for her pressed flower collection. “After supper Margot and I planned with the boys about the murder plays we’re giving the parents tomorrow.”

_poetry_ocean: 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

sixxplly: sylvia plath style

Roomiebotboy: Sylvia Plath hitting

crollyson: Sylvia Plath Day by Day, August 2, 1947: “Today was another one of those miserable days where the wind howls like a lost child, and sheets of rain beat against the window.”

Jkysoo_: Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. - Sylvia Plath

crollyson: Although A Fable is about World War I, it is written within the nuclear cloud that Faulkner addressed in his Nobel Prize speech when he alluded to the fear we would all be blown up. He made a special reference to young people like Sylvia Plath who was wondering the same thing.

larriotti: So… I’ve been hearing a lot about Salvia Palth lately and I was hella confused about why so many music people were talking about a writer… today, I finally realized I was thinking of Sylvia Plath all this time.

tracylager: “There must be things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: I'll go take a hot bath.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

hydroxyqueen: if sylvia plath was still alive she’d have a meme page i know this for sure

ArsEstHabitus: August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath

robthesun_: "Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." ~Sylvia Plath

poetastrologers: If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Sylvia Plath, Scorpio

Dijachaudhary: 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 on hour more of sleep and live. Sylvia Plath

Alecia_Writes: 5 of 5 stars to The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

EstherHawdon: "August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time." Sylvia Plath (images: Yuhan Ito / Shinsui Ito)

PessoaMy: I When in good humor, Give grass its green Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun With gold; Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold Absolute power To boycott color and forbid any flower To be. -Sylvia Plath "Soliloquy of the Solipsist"

yoongiteas: anyway it rained today, i thought if sylvia plath, and then i didn’t write a poem

style_minds: „August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.“ Sylvia Plath

mybuthyhurt: i was written by a version of Sylvia Plath who lived in Tampa and did too much ket

Magnolia_Moon: Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.' Sylvia Plath

imperlinv: Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me? — Sylvia Plath

sylviaplathinfo: It's a photograph of Sylvia Plath holding her drawing "Odds and Ends".

MelanchoIicMind: “Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me.” — Sylvia Plath

LiteraryVienna: „August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.“ Sylvia Plath

jaysonray_: Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me... Sylvia Plath ― Letters Home

Ricardokrrion: On page 30 of 384 of La campana de cristal, by Sylvia Plath

oclslibrary: 'She was a fantastic baker and a fanatical cook…cooking for my father was one of her joys,' said Sylvia Plath's daughter. Plath fans probably won't be too surprised by that, but you might be surprised at how much her recipe cards went for at auction.

SeffSaid: "If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed." - Sylvia Plath

lizolaf: -Sylvia Plath

at_oasis: I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. PS. - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

XLspiders: “I was written by a man, I was written by a woman,” well I was written by Sylvia Plath

hiyley: he loves sylvia plath

ABIBLEHYMN: daddy by sylvia plath

sylviaplathinfo: Four editions of Sylvia Plath's selected poems. Selected by Diane Middlebrook, Ted Hughes (x 2), and Carol Ann Duffy. I wonder sometimes which poems Plath might've chosen for such a volume?

ksandler1: Sylvia Plath’s Tarot Cards (Which Influenced the Poems in Ariel) Were Just Sold for $207,000

Claire2Vie: “Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? --from "Elm", written 19 April 1962” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

NajibOxnajib: Sylvia Plath

psychopIath: what are your favourite works of sylvia plath? — the bell jar bc i love reading books about depressed women but i’ve been meaning to get around to reading ariel

nightcluhbbing: I was written by Sylvia plath

bemmzii: drake has such sylvia plath vibes

booksontheshelf: ‘1950 It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining, I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said in one rejection slip:After a heavy rainfall, poems titled ‘Rain’ pour in from across the nation. Sylvia Plath’ From The Assassin’s Cloak Edited by Irene and Alan Taylor

sicksadchris: the red scare podcast iced coffee gl*mdemon2004 courtney love apologist sylvia plath lana del rey communist manifesto in a shein tote bag self proclaimed girlboss is such a vile strain of white woman and they need to be eradicated

redscarewhore: im torn between heroin chic sylvia plath red scare skinny and hot LA yoga erewhon mom skinny

Bellazie: I can stay awake all night, if need be - cold as an eel, without eyelids. Like a dead lake the dark envelops me. - Sylvia Plath

BBC_Culture: The mythos of Sylvia Plath’s life and death has made it difficult to disentangle her art from that.

j3003y: sylvia plath, "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath"

deehirota: sylvia plath was right

LiteraryVienna: „And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.“ Sylvia Plath

QuestElm: “Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.” - Sylvia Plath

ABIBLEHYMN: 24/7 sylvia plath

thismysafespace: my ex is sylvia plath

emoaboutbirds: how do people publish poetry i cant fathom willingly letting my mother read about me kissing sylvia plath as a metaphor for death

newfone_whothis: I feel like I’m a character Sylvia Plath was workshopping right before she stuck her head in that lil oven of hers

DaydreamAboutM: "We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you". - Sylvia Plath

scorpiowaif: what sylvia plath books do you read/have? — i’m p sure the bell jar is her only official book so i’ve read that, ariel, and also a book of her poems!

DaydreamAboutM: "You are a dream; I hope I never meet you". -Sylvia plath

inscmiac: not the tiktok people criticizing THE sylvia plath saying how shes a bad author well maybe if u hadn't bought her book bc it became trendy she has been a honorable author for years pls go outside and see the real world cuz no one cares

EsplugaXavier: "Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation" (S. Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath).

IncelPlayer: I Wish I Had A Sylvia Plath

caecilia1003: I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me. — Sylvia Plath ©︎Cristina Coral

MolMoHsen: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again." — Sylvia Plath According to physicist John Wheeler: "The universe and the observer exist as a pair—the universe doesn't exist if you're not looking."

GSWSyndicate: "There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends." ?Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Go_study_kainat: “We grow. It hurts at first.” - Sylvia Plath

luigii249: I keep looking at this and thinking Sylvia Katz really sounds like the Bojack Horseman version of Sylvia Plath

stfuVaibhav: Sylvia Plath won't take any shit when it comes to poetry, love this lol.

crollyson: Sylvia Plath Day by Day, July 31, 1946: Helps her mother can eight quarts of peaches. “I finished the last touches on my oil painting. (Sounds professional, doesn’t it!) I certainly get a thrill out of painting in oils.”

poIlyjean: life feels like sylvia plath has just read my soul and decided to write it all down on a journal

lalabohang: men rarely read sylvia plath's works because it surely and absolutely will make them feel uncomfortable.

SensingEnergy: "I have a visual imagination." ˢʸˡᵛⁱᵃ ᴾˡᵃᵗʰ

alwayscoffee: “Kiss me and you will see how important I am.” ~Sylvia Plath (Doing a bit of rereading as I cook, in preparation for a thing.)

jonameeeel: You are a dream; I hope I never meet you. - Sylvia Plath

thethortvoid: I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want - Sylvia Plath

ceIlopain: she possesses the same level of poetry skills sylvia plath had

matthewbdexter: My neighborhood. Poetry in motion. Eerily reminiscent of a modern-day Atlantis, protected by Poseidon. Cabo San Lucas is a majestic oceanic playground on the edge of the earth. An ethereal dream. "I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own." Sylvia Plath

mairead1970: She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows, as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. - Sylvia Plath My ✏

crabisnothere: It’s that time of night where I listen to Sylvia Plath reading poems from Ariel and I project myself so unhealthily onto said poems the idea of anybody else reading them makes me cry.

AnikaFrancina: 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

softblushs: “If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating…” — The Rival, Ariel: Poems by Sylvia Plath

MaybeItsDaniel: It's quite disheartening (and maddening) to hear that people haven't heard of Sylvia Plath.

Sanna_wren_: " Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. " - Sylvia Plath



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