November 2010
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Need Words? I Have Cups.: I Hope Someday You Can... →
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I hopped along the acrylic of these drapes. Omens scatter around the room everyday. You smile guiltlessly, oblivious that you can leave the torch ablaze until I’m fully burnt. Of endings dark, inside this dungeon I melt; hesitant to play along this gothic game. …
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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty...
– The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via thechocolatebrigade)
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‘Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’
‘No, what?’ I would say.
‘A piece of...
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness,...
– Pablo Neruda (via frenchtwist)
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