#SYLVIA PLATH

[rosemarysalve]

Rock bottom.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know that I had fallen and could fall no further.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

There is, in fact, an incredible freedom in having nothing left to lose.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

I liked Hell I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then? I thought it was the worst, thought nothing worse could come. Then nothing did, and no one. Marie Howe, “Magdalene: The Addict”

I was offended by the lessening, by the heap renewal. By a going on that gradually left the important behind. But now it’s different. I want the large and near, and endings more final. If it must be winter, let it be absolutely winter. Linda Gregg, “Part of Me Wanting Everything to Live”

People like us get so heavy and so lost sometimes So lost and so heavy that the bottom is the only place that we can find We get dragged down, down to the same spot enough times in a row The bottom begins to feel like the only safe place that you know  Fiona Apple, “Heavy Balloon”

Ophelia: Oh, I shall have to stay here for a while in glassy water, in a seaweed net, until this fact and I are reconciled: I wasn’t loved, it’s as simple as that. Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska, trans. Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard (1926)

I have been looking for a lover all my life, but no one will ever caress me like this loss.

Michelle Poirier Brown, “Sacred Loss” 

She would think about her childhood, the misery that resulted from that wound, eventually becoming its own salve. From the wound itself, she made a world and this world that she had made out of her own horror was full of interest and was even attractive.

Jamaica Kincaid, See Now Then

I know one mustn’t leave a bandage on all one’s life just because it once did some good.

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[babydollbugeater]

ths whole album feelz so cynically me

[madilombardi]

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath

[galofmadness]

[dreamie-dolli]

♡ self proclaimed ancient being ♡

[lovingsylvia]

“How they hate you.“

Sylvia Plath, from ”Gulliver“, 6 November 1962

[dreamyfawndoll]

I’m gonna win.

[inmylovingdreams]

a room of one’s own

[alusao]

[chrisengel]

Now I am a lake.

A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars,

the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears

and an agitation of hands.

...

I am important to her.

She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face

that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl,

and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day,

like a terrible fish.

Sylvia Plath, The Mirror, published posthumously in 1963

[gennsoup]

I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

Sylvia Plath, Tulips

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 18, in a letter to a friend (dated Saturday, 3 February 1951)

[meeiimmk]

- Sylvia Plath,

(The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1950-1962)

[shisasan]

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems Originally published 1962