#The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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sylvia plath photographed by gordon lameyer (1954)

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November night. Brief note to self: time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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— Sylvia Plath (via lunamonchtuna)

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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[derangedrhythms]

I know the horror of primal feelings, obsessions.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 29th September 1959

[soircieres]

‘— and I stood there, flooded with longing, electric, shivering.’

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. July 1950s

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[virgin-martyr]

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Learn how the leaves grow on the trees. Open your eyes. The thin new moon is on its back over the green Cities' Service cloverleaf and the lit brick hills of Watertown, God's luminous fingernail, a shut angel's eyelid. Learn how the moon goes down in the night frost before Christmas. Open your nostrils. Smell snow. Let life happen.

Sylvia Plath, excerpt from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 

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Oh! To be loved by a poet...

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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath