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lindsayhuffman:

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deadgirls:

rainbowmummies:

i love your dreams.
volatilestructure:

Picture taken by Me, of Me.
“Take her to the woods where she can be a witch!”-from my dream.

deadgirls:

rainbowmummies:

i love your dreams.

volatilestructure:

Picture taken by Me, of Me.

“Take her to the woods where she can be a witch!”-from my dream.

deadgirls:

rainbowmummies:

volatilestructure:

emptylight:

erospainter:

Forget about the scant hours in her brief life when Sylvia Plath was able to produce the works in Ariel. Forget about that tiny bit of time and just remember the days that spanned into years when she could not move, couldn’t think straight, could only lie in wait in a hospital bed, hoping for the relief that electroconvulsive therapy would bring. Don’t think of the striking on-screen picture, the mental movie you create of the pretty young woman being wheeled on the gurney to get her shock treatments, and don’t think of the psychedelic, photonegative image of the same woman at the moment she receives that bolt of electricity. Think, instead, of the girl herself, of the way she must have felt right then, of the way no amount of great poetry and fascination and fame could make the pain she felt at that moment worth suffering. Remember that when you’re at the point at which you’re doing something as desperate and violent as sticking your head in an oven, it is only because the life that preceded this act felt even worse. Think about living in depression from moment to moment, and know it is not worth any of the great art that comes as its by-product.
–Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation


This is what I try to fucking tell people….but they don’t really understand.

deadgirls:

rainbowmummies:

volatilestructure:

emptylight:

erospainter:

Forget about the scant hours in her brief life when Sylvia Plath was able to produce the works in Ariel. Forget about that tiny bit of time and just remember the days that spanned into years when she could not move, couldn’t think straight, could only lie in wait in a hospital bed, hoping for the relief that electroconvulsive therapy would bring. Don’t think of the striking on-screen picture, the mental movie you create of the pretty young woman being wheeled on the gurney to get her shock treatments, and don’t think of the psychedelic, photonegative image of the same woman at the moment she receives that bolt of electricity. Think, instead, of the girl herself, of the way she must have felt right then, of the way no amount of great poetry and fascination and fame could make the pain she felt at that moment worth suffering. Remember that when you’re at the point at which you’re doing something as desperate and violent as sticking your head in an oven, it is only because the life that preceded this act felt even worse. Think about living in depression from moment to moment, and know it is not worth any of the great art that comes as its by-product.

–Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

This is what I try to fucking tell people….but they don’t really understand.