“I just sat there with the whole summer turning sour in my mouth.”
—
Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories; “The Perfect Set Up,”
Etikett: about astrid
Long-haired guitarists are the reason I sleep at night.
“I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”
— Franz Kafka, Advocates
She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, from Underground
me: I’m not bitter
narrator: she was bitter
[AGGRESSIVELY WISHES TO BE A 1970’S SEX SYMBOL]
“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”
— Sylvia Plath.
“I exaggerate everything I fear.”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Linda Gray Sexton wr. c. July 1967
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