this took so long to do, but i hope it was worth it
Taeil
“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
Johnny
“If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.”
Taeyong
“I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
Yuta
“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
Kun
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
Doyoung
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
Ten
“And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
Jaehyun
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
WinWin
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
Jungwoo
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy’.”
Lucas
“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”
Mark
“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”
Renjun
“How we need another soul to cling to.”
Jeno
“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
Haechan
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
Jaemin
“I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that 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.”
Chenle
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
Jisung
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
been in kind of a funk lately, hope it doesn’t last long
“Sylvia Plath – interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college girl mentality.”
Annie Hall (1977)
That quote is the perfect illustration of why it can be difficult to say that you love Sylvia Plath, especially for young women; her name and the title of her novel have become synonymous with a whole set of implications neither Plath nor the reader ever asked for.
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” — Sylvia Plath
Talking, kisses, warm hands and talk of breasts, soft and tender and hard strongness. Creative play and light laughter and warm richness, ineffable richness flooding where from? Not just sex, not just familiarity, but partly. Because there has been cold, sterile, desperate devouring, and not this warm, full, flowing over in loving laughter. Food and nourishment, replenishing the beaten blue and black mind and bodies, desiring more, yet somehow satisfying even without fulfilling. Each an outlet for the other. For him, a lighthouse sending out an intermittent flash—centering desire on an attainable goal. For me—a growing cultivation of my body and the vague unobjectified hungers, aroused for instance this afternoon in the boat with a boy two years younger than I, blue-eyed, crewcut, lean, tan, beautifully built, muscles firm and neat and body so tender young and lovely I must cares the neck unwisely, kiss the lips once or twice. But one could not pull head to breast and keep the dream. Always the dream. Loving two boys in one day differently for different times. Kissing both and loving both. Honest, true, yet at least one would become cynical, a little bitter, seeing me with the other. Not understanding how a girl could be honest at one hour with one and at another place later with another. But so it is for her. And so it will be.
Sylvia Plath ·The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)
“Twilight Zone” and Sylvia Plath: read research fellow Erik Mortenson’s Q&A about his book about shadow imagery in the Cold War. https://budurl.me/s5yvb
