#the journals of sylvia plath

[dark-romantics]

[sillytriumphdragon]

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down."

— Sylvia Plath

(Book: The Journals of Sylvia Plath)

[hairtusk]

The Journals of Sylvia Plath (July 1950 - July 1953)

[carmenlove21]

[menace-bitch]

Happy New Year

[derangedrhythms]

Sylvia Plath was a person of many masks, both in her personal life and her writings. Some were camouflage cliché facades, defensive mechanisms, involuntary. And some were deliberate poses, attempts to find the keys to one style or another. These were the visible faces of her lesser selves, her false or provisional selves, the minor roles of her inner drama. Though I spent every day with her for six years, and was rarely separated from her for more than two or three hours at a time, I never saw her show her real self to anybody—except, perhaps, in the last three months of her life. 

Ted Hughes, from ‘The Journals of Sylvia Plath’

[porphyri]

[dwellordream]

Sylvia Plath, 1951

[fornpt1]

get a life🦋🪽🍀🌸🌊

[persephonediary]

Cheers to March and Spring 💗💐💗💐💗💐💗💐💗💐💗

[dark-romantics]

I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

~ Sylvia Plath

[shesl0stcontro1]

I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to god, but the sky is empty. And Orion walks by and doesn’t speak.

-sylvia plath

[hairtusk]

[honeymoonworl]

In memory of Sylvia Plath, a poetic voice whose brilliance and depth have endured through the decades, we recall her unique ability to capture the complexity of the human experience. Through her words, Plath explored the abysses of the mind, the internal struggle, and the relentless quest for identity. Her poems, such as "The Bell Jar" and "Ariel," continue to resonate with generations of readers, offering an unfiltered view of life, love, pain, and hope. On the anniversary of her death, we honor her literary legacy and the profound imprint she left on the world of poetry.

Sylvia plath- October 27, 193 - February 11, 1963.

[carmenlove21]

I really be thinking I’m Sylvia Plath fr.

[menace-bitch]