One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
First born daughter playing therapist
Apology letters to anyone I’ve ever kissed
I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender
But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.
by Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth -- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall? -- If design govern in a thing so small.
You don’t like the way your hair sits? Take mine, I will shear it off without a second thought.
Take my eyes so you may see through them just how beautiful you are.
Take my lungs, that you should never gasp for air.
You’re not comfortable in your skin? Take mine, I will strip it from my body just to see you smile.
My heart is already yours, it has been beating to the sound of your name ever since I first heard it uttered. Take it, it is more yours than it ever was mine.
Take my muscles. May they make you strong enough to never need another.
I will give and give of myself until I am nothing but a meager pile of brittle and broken bones.
Take them. May they be of more use to you than I ever could have been.
Liberty Avenue, Pittsburgh, 1940
I have nuked the old account that I’ve had since I was probably about 13 or 14 years old and have started a new one to keep as my personal commonplace book/journal. I cannot seem to keep up with a regular journal, and I hope that the idea of posting things publicly will hold me somewhat accountable. However, nothing that I post here is really meant for anyone else’s viewing, only my own. With that disclaimer, please note that I may speak of my own trauma and some things may be triggering to others.
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