hi, i love your webweaves so much ! if it's not too much trouble, could you please webweave something based on recovering from the hurtful actions of someone you used to love, and struggling with how to feel afterwards about that person and how they truly felt about you (whether they loved/cared for you or not) ? thank you so much !
i hope you're doing okay <33
Sylvia Plath from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written 1951 Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I: 1940-1956 / Normal People (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson & Hettie Macdonald / Anne Carson Autobiography of Red / Richard Siken Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out / Paramore Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore
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The Fig Tree Analogy *.✧
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
From, "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath, 1963.
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"my drink was wet and depressing. each time i took another sip it tasted more and more like dead water."
-sylvia plath (the bell jar)
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“I met you and now I am kind to myself in my sleep”
“Teach me a better way to say my name”
“To be loved is to be changed”
“I lay my sunburnt hand on your table; this is the time we have now”
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girls will be like "no one will ever understand the complex tapestry that is my inner world" and then see a textpost that encompasses exactly how they feel in like. five words
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Yesterday I defended my thesis, got the maximum grade and then went to the movies to watch poor things again. Nature is healing.
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