“I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.”
“i’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite” had me SOBBING
“I rolled onto my back again and made my voice casual “if you were going to kill yourself, how would you do it?” Cal seemed pleased. “I’ve often thought of that, I’d blow my brains out with a gun” I was disappointed. It was just like a man to do it with a gun.”
The bell Jar. Sylvia Plath.
i forgot my headphones at home , im gonna km
i love tumblr i can literally post how i’m feeling at the moment or display clear signs of mental illness and y’all would agree and say “real” i love this sm
Me
I tried , I really tried .
i’m never gonna be able to make people understand how much i love coffee and how important it is for me. I know it can sound weird to be so attached to a simple drink but with black coffee everything feels different, is like a celestial feeling when you drink it.
When i have a cup of black iced coffee in a hot day is literally like if i was drinking a piece of heaven, and a warm one in a cold rainy day make my day so good and everything feels cozy and right.
I freaking love so much black coffee omg.
I just finished reading The bell jar and I feel so lost, the ending was nothing like I expected bc since Joan’s death i didn’t knew what to think so I wasn’t expecting anything tbh. It make me so sad knowing that the bell jar is the only novel of sylvia and that while she was trying to write a second she killed herself
the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game.... silent but full of love and warmth
i’m just a girl, i love art, books, writing, dancing and laying on the floor while I drink coffee and overthink my whole life.
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