#the unabridged journals of 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)
“I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. 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.“
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,Sylvia Plath
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness…]
“It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thoughtkick)
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: God, what a life - living in the future and the past and existing merely in the present.]
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Would it be too childish of me to say : I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.]
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“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.”
— Oscar Wilde
“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.”
— W.H Auden
“Education is not the filling of a vessel, but the kindling of a flame.”
—Socrates
“What is belonging?” we ask. She says, “Where loneliness ends.”
Rivers Solomon, The deep.