On this day 51 years ago, Sylvia Plath committed suicide at her home in London, England. She was 30 years old.
"We have come so far, it is over."
- from Plath’s final poem, Edge
R.I.P. Sylvia Plath
(October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963)
my chords sing, incandescent
tone for their days to glow
and in the tumours of my head
it screams do not cry
as i watch a voice crumble
loudly. i am lucky; i am deaf.
their eyes roll away, two blues
dulled by wet tissues and croaks
now i sit here as every sound blinds me
and paints me pale and dry
keeping this body awake, i
dim all motion and listen to a haze
of blares. suicides handled carefully
like someone else’s china
and i would like to watch as i
cut magnets in my arms, i wont need them
because my ears are warm with sounds
as they silence the snores
of which roar against my drums
between a single sheet of concrete
made of sponge and filled
with air. the air i inhale is
instead gasps, dragging damp into
my lungs, shrivelled and blue
so what’s the use if your
snores are getting louder and my
cries can no longer drown you,
you, a shadow of organs and blank light
OMG WHAT DID I DO!?
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I LEARNED A THING
I’m not fearless. I’m terrified. I’m always terrified.
" did my hand fall from my wrist?" should be the new " bitch did i stutter?"
the app store has really stepped up its game
i didn’t set my ipod on fire for 5 notes
I still die laughing everytime I see this scene
This tweet is so important to me
TV SHOW MEME • [5/5] female characters
→ Lydia Martin
“ I don’t care, I don’t want compliments. I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark!”
so it begins