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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’
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A Woman lighting a cigarette near a cafe window Gordon Parks, Paris, 1964
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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 one hour more of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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update on personal life stuff
got hit by 12 cars and died. sory. all at once. no traces left behind. I think one of the cars was carnivorous
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Kali Uchis paying homage to Diana Ross with flowers in her hair
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“February, that month of fleetest sweetness.”
— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to F.S. Cooper written c. February 1876
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