Sylvia Plath, From A Letter Featured In The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

there is something wrong with me but together there could be something wrong with us <3

you guys literally are all so brave. even through the screen i can tell. keep going

i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton

letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis

girl with the nervous system of a prey animal

The Moon That Turns You Back, Hala Alyan

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]