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I love storms because the sky nows exactly how I feel during them.

I love storms because the sky nows exactly how I feel during them.

São muitos os figos...

São muitos os figos...

Sylvia Plath quote hand typed on antique typewriter

Sylvia Plath quote hand typed on antique typewriter

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SYLVIA PLATH #TYPOGRAPHY #QUOTES

It is so much safer not to feel...

It is so much safer not to feel...

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10 Quotes From Sylvia Plath That Will Speak To Your Soul…

10 Quotes From Sylvia Plath That Will Speak To Your Soul…

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Sylvia Plath                                                                                                                                                     More

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It's the greatest burden I can think of wanting to be extraordinary but being mind-numbingly, sickeningly, painfully ordinary.

It's the greatest burden I can think of wanting to be extraordinary but being mind-numbingly, sickeningly, painfully ordinary.

Sylvia Plath at 17: "I want, I want to think, to be omniscient."

Sylvia Plath at 17: "I want, I want to think, to be omniscient."

Sylvia Plath                                                                                                                                                                                 More

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“My heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears.”  “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.”  “I am, I am, I am.”  — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“My heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears.” “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.” “I am, I am, I am.” — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Perhaps this will awaken thy soul

True Relfections: A look at Sylvia Plath's poem "Mirror"

Perhaps this will awaken thy soul

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