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"That was my last act of love."
-Aurelia Schober Plath quoting Sylvia Plath's first words on regaining consciousness after her suicide attempt in 1953, from the documentary 'Voices and Visions: Sylvia Plath'
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in another life i am definitely a bookstore cat
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I’m the problem it’s me
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“Song for the Rainy Season”. Photographed by Theo Sion for Document Journal February 2022
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The Oceanides, by Oscar Spalmach (1864-1917). At York House, Twickenham.
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My parents’ greenhouse converted into a cozy place! Love to sit here on a rainy day and watch/listen to the storm.
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Charles Bukowski, Pulp
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Paralysis again. How I waste my days. I feel a terrific blocking and chilling go through me like anaesthesia.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 4th November 1959
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November, slaughter month, the month of blood.
Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'The Year I Was Born: the day by day chronicle of events in the year of your birth'
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.
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Akira (1988)
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