skin of the night
they call me S.
we kill what we build, because we own the sky

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Gold mouths cry with the green young
certainty of the bronze boy
remembering a thousand autumns
and how a hundred thousand leaves
came sliding down his shoulder blades
persuaded by his bronze heroic reason.
We ignore the coming doom of gold
and we are glad in this bright metal season.
Even the dead laugh among the goldenrod.

The bronze boy stands kneedeep in centuries,
and never grieves,
remembering a thousand autumns,
with sunlight of a thousand years upon his lips
and his eyes gone blind with leaves.


-Gold Mouths Cry: Sylvia Plath
A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.
-The Bell Jar: Sylvia Plath
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
-The Bell Jar: Sylvia Plath
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
-Sylvia Plath
reading list for april (by 47giraffes)
I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.
- The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.
- The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
- Sylvia Plath
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.
- Sylvia Plath
(by All Green Dreams)
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
- Sylvia Plath
I am going quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.
- Sylvia Plath
bookshops were designed to be photographed (by vi.llette)
I think I’m in love with missing you more than I’m in love with you.
- Sylvia Plath
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
- Sylvia Plath