Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) #MeToo #MeTooI took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Redemption Narratives - Another planksip® MöbiusWhat
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Brutality BrutalityEvery woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Sarcasm Satiates - Another planksip® MöbiusFascism is
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Ephemeral Art Ephemeral ArtDying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Good Moanin! Good Moanin!I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Heliotropic Hope - Another planksip®
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Feminist Much? Why so Angry?? Feminist Much? Why so Angry??Herr God, Herr Lucifer, Beware. Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air. - Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Plath's Razor Plath's RazorPerhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Sharp To The Point and Surrounded by Darkness
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Induction Reduction Induction ReductionIf you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Farewell to your Better Self - Another planksip® MöbiusWhat makes you write today? Wrong turns,
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Mouth-to-Mouth Renunciation Mouth-to-Mouth RenunciationKiss me and you will see how important I am. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) oooooooooISEE - Notice the Mobius? A planksip® Worthy of RepeatingWhat makes you write today? Wrong
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Any Degree Burns Any Degree BurnsThere must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) This is My Birthright
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) The Descent of Victoria Lucas The Descent of Victoria LucasTo the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. - Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Are
