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rainy whole night

got almost half-faint at the gym and a cute guy next to me was surprised and tried to helped me. I’d have consider fake fainting only if he was a little bit more hot lol

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Sylvia Plath, “Cinderella”

사진: The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,  Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan  Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels  Begin on tilted violins to span   The whole revolving tall glass palace hall  Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;  Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall  Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,   And glided couples all in whirling trance  Follow holiday revel begun long since,  Until near twelve the strange girl all at once  Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince   As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk  She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.   -Sylvia Plath, Cinderella

 

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
… Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Soliloquy Of The Solipsist by Sylvia Plath

I
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon’s celestial onion
Hangs high.

I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look’s leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.

I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.

I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it’s quite clear
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

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