stardustscripted
stardustscripted
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stardustscripted · 1 month ago
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Haku 🧘🏻‍♀️
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stardustscripted · 7 months ago
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death and i have been scandalously close for some time now
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stardustscripted · 7 months ago
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#howlsmovingcastle
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Stunning
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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"I am overwhelmed by the anxiety and fear that I alone different from everybody else. I can hardly have conversation with neighbour. What should I say? How should I say it? I have no idea. That's how I came up with the idea of acting like a clown. This was my final way of asking humans for love".
Osamu dazai, no longer human
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is more than just a story of struggle—it’s a searing testament to the experience of womanhood in a world that feels both suffocating and indifferent. Through the journey of Esther Greenwood, Plath lays bare the emotional landscape of a young woman who is vibrant, intelligent, and ambitious yet overwhelmed by a society that constantly attempts to box her into roles she can’t bear. Esther’s voice feels like a whisper of every woman who has ever been told to smile when her heart is breaking, to aspire only as far as others allow, and to fit a mold that feels so fundamentally wrong.
The bell jar becomes a haunting metaphor not only for depression but for the stifling effect of societal expectations on women. Esther wants to live fully, to explore, to create, to breathe in a way that feels true to herself. Yet the weight of traditional expectations—marriage, family, a carefully prescribed life path—presses down on her like thick glass, trapping her in a bubble where she feels unseen and unheard. Her breakdown isn’t just personal; it’s a revolt against a world that refuses to see her as whole. She’s not just fighting for her mind; she’s fighting for the right to be her own person in a world that denies her that right.
Plath’s portrayal of Esther resonates as an anthem of female empowerment, one that doesn't rely on rosy resolutions but instead validates the reality of women who struggle against invisible shackles. There’s a courage in Esther’s story—a courage to admit fragility, to voice feelings society often ignores or shames, and to refuse to simply “get better” and go along with the life she’s been given. Esther’s journey is not about fitting in or following a predefined path; it’s about the lonely, often painful journey of discovering who she truly is beneath the weight of others’ expectations.
The power of The Bell Jar lies in its vulnerability, its defiance, and its quiet rage against a world that sees women as little more than what they can offer others. It’s a reminder that sometimes, survival itself is a powerful act of rebellion. For every woman who has felt trapped, every woman who has questioned her place, every woman who has struggled to reconcile who she is with who she’s told to be, The Bell Jar is both a mirror and a call to break free. It tells us that our pain, our stories, and our voices matter—that they have power, even if the world tries to silence them.
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte (reblog if you're into classics we could be friends! yay)
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stardustscripted · 8 months ago
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A stark shift in course from the generic media representation of women in cinema. A breath of fresh air. I strive to be like fleabag to live like her. She's deeply flawed grappling with grief, guilt and loneliness yet her imperfections make her relatable and authentic. There are only so many films where female viewers can truly connect to the protagonist. Many a times though what is seen is a sugercoated, exaggerated version of a "woman" appealing to the male perspective usually written by men. Women in films are often portrayed as pure, larger than life, innocent, perfect almost childlike to be liked by the general audience. This creates an incorrect stigma around the gender who are just as human as men. On the other hand fleabag with her imperfections as well as her humour, independence and strength serves a more accurate depiction of women, which not just adds relatibility but a dimension of aspirationality to her character.
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