ariel.
i've fallen in love with sylvia plath. and not in the way that you...idolize a genuis or wish for the possessions or life of the rich and famous. she reminds me of someone i love more than life. and of myself, at times. she had a river of flaws. she put them all into a pie and baked them dead. died. i think i'll post a poem a day. for myself. for
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"My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart."
<3
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i'm bedazzled that you chose to put that one. i love it with all my heart as of today, 4 hours ago. i skipped out on PE and my friend iain drove me to keplers (local book store). i was looking through all her anthologies and such. flipped to that one....randomly. out of like 123459 in the book.
<@<@<@<@<@<@<@<@ i don't know what those are...they're cimmminim buns! so much better than hearts.
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Because hearts are actually kind of gross- we disected them in seventh grade and I had to go outside to get fresh air. Of course those were wee lamby hearts, not human hearts, but still...{plus those look more likes Roses to me.} So maybe people could say, "...all my cinnamin buns to you." Or. You know.
I had too much chai and endorphins.
But, yes. Plath. It doesn't surprise me that you love her too, not even the slightest, and it doesn't even surprise me that you flipped to that poem in that book of 123459 poems {but whoa mother that's a lot. imagine.} and i love it, and it sort of made me think of you.
And summer. And secrets inside fruit and...
{I'm really excited to be appreciating nature together seperately this summer.} <3
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