" How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? "
Friday 22 August 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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" The initial mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place? "
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" You are a wonderful manifestation. The whole universe has come together to make your existence possible. There is nothing that is not you. "
Thích Nhất Hạnh
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" The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth. "
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" Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen. "
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im a princess but like a moss princess
Jung's Function Types
Water - Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces
Earth - Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn
Air - Gemini, Libra and Aquarius
Fire - Aries, Leo and Sagittarius
" Pick a God and pray "
Fredrick, Fire Emblem Awakening
n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
" So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead, and above the sheaves of yellow stars, shoals of cold bright pieces of light, and the great wind, blowing always cold gulps and gusts of air, big and soft in the tree leaves, hushing, miracles are happening, and I, strange and elated with a new wonder, child-like in my sudden power, look with eyes large in love and amazement at this intent lovely face so earnest, so close to mine. "
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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" Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim. "
Sylvia Plath, I Am Vertical
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" Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture. "
Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
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" There are
you will never
find words for;
you will learn
to name them
after the ones
who gave them
to you. "
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