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Opium Poppies

Polaroid - Impossible Project

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Lupin

Polaroid Originals

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Are they going out now?

I don’t know! She felt bad about not talking to M and coming back to my room so she wrote him a letter saying sorry and I had to go and give it to him because she’s shy. Wtf

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Jan 13th, 2000

Michael Halbert, scratchboard drawing. The Secret Garden.

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Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing giving love of spring.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via adrasteiax)

Dec 16th, 1999

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Dec 13th, 1999

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I had an old wound once, but it is healing.

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Three Women,” wr. c. March 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Dec 6th, 1999

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And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.

Sylvia Plath

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November 30th, 1999

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“There are some things that once you’ve lost, you never get back. Innocence is one. Love is another. I guess childhood is a third.”

John Marsden (via archisoulspace)

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I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

Sylvia Plath, from Ariel; “Elm” (via liminalhorror)

October 4th, 1999

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Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath, from Lady Lazarus (via recommendedreadingroom)

July 4th, 1999

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‘Run Lola Run’ - Lola is the best! I’m SO dying my hair like this

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going to chop my hair off like this one day!!

Milla Jovovich for Dior Hypnotic Poison perfume, 1998

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morphine~

Marilyn Manson -  Man That You Fear (1996)

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Breaking Up

K asked about Dad’s birthday and I told her what G did – she had sex at our neighbour Peter’s place on a tree stump. Next door to our house. With T.

K used to yell at me for liking T so much, she knows how sad I must have been even though I just kept on being friends with G anyway because I’m so lonely. She got S angry at G. I made her promise not to tell anyone but she told all her friends about G and everyone started being really nice to me again.

I don’t know who is my friend anymore. I don’t know if all the other girls just feel sorry for me and will be mean again when they feel like it. I don’t know anything. I just want to go to sleep and wake up when I’m not at school anymore.

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I sit on a cold grey June day in welcome of the green gloom of leaves, I fall back and back into myself,

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

June 4th, 1999