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please stop reblogging sylvia plath poetry 

is there ‘the messiest studyblr’ contest because I think I could win it

He fell for an eighteen-year-old girl with one of those deepdown, spooky loves that made him so sad he shot her just to keep the feeling going.

Toni Morrison, Jazz

little bit, yes. 

“Canyon Passage” (1946)

Anne Sexton holding a kitten and daughter Joy Sexton ph. by Alfred Sexton c. August 1962

"And there is for me no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love."

- Audre Lorde, "Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power"

Literally being a girl feels like nonconsensual performance art

reblog if you have personally been humiliated in a dialogue by socrates

my mum doesnt believe he’s an ass and im trying to prove a point

Oh, bless you. Bless you for existing as you do.

Thank you, love. I've been feeling a little low today, and you've cheered me up immensely.

Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity

Anyway here’s Sylvia Plath talking about boobs.

He was to be my dog, shot out of a spring litter. A coil of happiness. Bit by bit he would unfold.

Jeanette Winterson, “The 24-Hour Dog”, The World and Other Places

under full brechtianism the audience is brought to a state of detachment such that they don’t applaud but just say “mood”

This was the edge of time, between chaos and shape. This was the little bit of evolution that endlessly repeats itself in the young and new-born thing. In this moment, there are no cars and aeroplanes. The Sistine Chapel is unpainted, no book has been written. There is the moon, the water, the night, one creature's need and another's response. The moment between chaos and shape and I say his name and he hears me.

Jeanette Winterson, “The 24-Hour Dog”, The World and Other Places

me at 14: I cant wait till im in college I have so many plans for life and nothing can stop me :)

Me now: Mm. Me hungey. Me eat macdonal. French frie. Frenchffrie. French frie.

I made him walk on a lead and he jumped for joy, the way creatures do, the way children do, the way adults don't do, and spend their lives wondering where that leap went.

Jeanette Winterson, “The 24-Hour Dog”, The World and Other Places

“The word [jealousy] comes from the ancient Greek Ζῆλος, meaning ‘zeal’ or 'hot pursuit,’ which is also an extreme evacuation of the self—when we pursue with zeal, we leave ourselves behind. We are so deeply invest in the other that we manage, finally, to get beyond our own selves. This is the promise and the work of infatuation; it enables and even forces the self to exceed itself; it forces the ego to realise that life exists, thrives, beyond its own boundaries; in short, that life (as Gilles Deleuze said) is not a personal thing. Ironically, the complete and self-absorbed event that is infatuation is one of the quickest routes to jealousy, which is, in turn, one of the quickest and surest ways to catapult one outside oneself.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of “Decreation : How Women Like Sappho, Marguerite Porete, and Simone Weil Tell God”, in Decreation

“I go, witch that I am.”

— Clarice Lispector

“Ungrateful bitch as I am […]”

— Virginia Woolf

sigmund freud made all that shit up for the views

most common words and phrases i’ve heard in grad school:

i’m so tired

do you know what we are supposed to do?

how many references did you have?

will there be food?

i haven’t started yet

have you started yet?

the professor hasn’t emailed me back 

i’m so hungry

caffeine

i hate research

how long did it take you?

i don’t even care anymore