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#the fig tree analogy
0bsessiv3s0ul · 16 days
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Dead Poets Society
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cryingprincess13 · 2 months
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Girls when they life starts to sound little bit too much like the fig tree analogy by Sylvia Plath
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hauntingoldhouses · 14 days
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notasaint · 2 months
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i never knew what the fig tree analogy until now but i've always felt that rotting taste in my mouth because i'd eat every last rotten fig from the ground if it meant the slightest chance things would ever turn out in my favour
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alrightyaphrodite06 · 2 months
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Sylvia Plath , the bell jar , fig tree analogy is my Roman Empire. I think about it atleast 5 times a day. How one person who I’ve never met can encapsulate how perfectly I feel In words I could never compose or come up with to explain my own feelings .
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pinkpearljam · 3 days
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“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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growinmoss · 13 days
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teenaageriot · 25 days
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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.
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart...I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly." - Sylvia Plath
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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.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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0bsessiv3s0ul · 1 month
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"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."
Sylvia Plath, 'The Bell Jar'
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ther0sesared3ad · 1 month
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The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and
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hauntingoldhouses · 7 days
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do you guys know that you're not supposed to eat pomegranates but suck them dry. suck them dry and throw the seeds in the trash. and you're still using that as a metaphor for love. i get it if it's abusive love but what the fuck
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ivoryteacups · 3 months
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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
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lu-luvslestat · 1 month
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could you make a mood board for me? i wanna see what vibe i give off <3
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍
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looking through your profile I think you're actually so cool lmk if you wanna be moots😭🫶
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