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some advice: if the next step seems too big, it's not the next step

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Mean Girls (2004) // Conclave (2024)

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saw this today

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is anyone up for some platonic intimacy that is lowkey erotic

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forgive the version of you that didn’t know any better

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Charlotte Brontë, from Villette

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The kitten loves the typewriter and is now curled in my lap in a kind of literary hypnosis, watching the keys go up and down like dancing snakes. In her more energetic moods she tries to cuff them just before they hit the paper.

Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. II: 1956-1963

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I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol

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via https://www.brainpickings.org/

Listen to the wonderful Meryl Streep read Sylvia Plath’s poem “Morning Song” at The Academy of American Poets’ annual Poetry & the Creative Mind celebration! ♥

MORNING SONG

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons.

–written 19 February 1961, The Collected Poems

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I want to talk about happiness and well-being, about those rare, unexpected moments when the voice in your head goes silent and you feel at one with the world. I want to talk about the early June weather, about harmony and blissful repose, about robins and yellow finches and bluebirds darting past the green leaves of trees. I want to talk about the benefits of sleep, about the pleasures of food and alcohol, about what happens to your mind when you step into the light of the two o'clock sun and feel the warm embrace of air around your body.

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

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~ James Sant, Portrait of the 17th Countess of Rothes (detail)

via bonhams

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It is poetry that I want now—long poems. I want the concentration and the romance, and the words all glued together, fused, glowing; have no time to waste any more on prose.

Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 15 August 1928, featured in A Writer's Diary

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i took one step out the front door and got soaking wet

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on love arriving unannounced

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