#thebelljar

[ive7]

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

[femcelrage]

i need books with complex female characters please

[melancholic-academia]

"Sometimes when the old tiger was very lonely, he gave a great roar, which could be heard throughout the forest. The villagers thought he was roaring in anger, but the jungle knew that he was really roaring out of loneliness. When the sound of his roar had died away, he paused, standing still, waiting for an answering roar; but it never came."

-Tiger Tiger Burning Bright, Ruskin Bond

[arianpearls]

The Bell Jar

When Sylvia Plath said “Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes”, I haven’t been the same since. 

I have always had this icky feeling every time someone tells me i look beautiful or whenever these people are nice to me. And then i read the bell jar, and there it is. This mysterious pang in the gut feeling written on a piece of paper for me to put my finger on. 

[nyxclairedelune]

T H E. B E L L. J A R. #coquette #thebelljar #melancholy #suicidalteens #saveme #bpd #aspd https://www.instagram.com/p/CiBGyyyqMXt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ferikehouthoofd]

books about unhinged woman are superior

[enigmatic-mjs]

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar . . . . . . #sylviaplath #thebelljar #novel https://www.instagram.com/p/CipkMESrAx9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theremightbecupcakespodcast]

More of my notes from my Sylvia Plath class with @thefrizzler and @mark_wunderlich in my @archerandolive bee notebook. The doodles are the gifts given to the interns by the magazine in The Bell Jar. More to come. I love keeping commonplacebooks. #bookstagrammer #amreading #bookstagram #beyourownheroine #readersofinstagram #bookstagrammer #bibliophile #bookgram #booklife #bookblogger #bookpodcaster #booksofinstagram #bookdragon #bookaesthetic #bookpodcast #theremightbecupcakes #sylviaplath #poetry #commonplacebook #thebelljar #history https://www.instagram.com/p/CgYE5gXMmzJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[madeinvalencia]

How to do every extraordinary thing, learn every language, and read every book?

[cinnamongrlwrites]

Hospitalphobia

I have a phobia of hospitals. Ever since I was left alone in that cold hospital room a December night three years ago, I can’t go back there. I had spent many afternoons, evenings seeing him fading into his sheets, disintegrating, abandoning me. I keep reaching out, hoping he might reappear, he never does. I hate that I have to accept that life goes on when my life stopped and hasn’t started since I was left alone in that cold hospital room. I miss him so much it makes me sick, nauseous even. I constantly feel on the brink of falling apart. And so whenever I near a hospital I feel my stomach churn, my muscle memory remembering the paint of the hospital smell and hospital wallpaper and hospital hope of a miracle that will never come.

[ive7]

I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn’t shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up.

I had nothing to look forward.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

[femcelrage]

the bell jar ruin me

[melancholic-academia]

I guess i should've been excited but i couldn't get myself to react . I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving fully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

-The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

[m0ss3ternal]

the bell jar moment REAL

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1TSCX0Aj9uSQuDO07iqdEg?si=49eff82140f74003

one of my silliest playlists 😁 bell jar/plath playlist for anyone who wants it

[mossy-oblivion]

[spunkypunk19]

“I was supposed to be having the time of my life.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar