We R As Indestructible As We Think Ourselves To Be

Um, hi. My name is Gaby. I'm a fan of various things, like John Green quotes, 90's Disney movies, The Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye, American Horror Story (though, I hate myself for that one, but hey, I'm a sucker for supernatural things) and things like that.
I'm random, and rather than see Tumblr as a blog I see it as a diary, so, yeah, that *does* means that you will have to endure my ramblings and weird reblogs.

Permalink shhhimreading: Lisa Simpson reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (from The Simpsons episode “How the Test Was Won”) (via fuckyeahpeoplereading).
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Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

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Life A User's Manual: Mushrooms - Sylvia Plath

elisabethlovesthis:

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers,…

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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between

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(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Please don’t let me stop thinking and start blindly frightendly accepting! I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Permalink nightcloudss: Sylvia Plath, Frieda, and Nicholas among the daffodils at Court Green, April 22, 1962.
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jackscompletelackofsurprise:

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”

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Permalink not-much-ado: Sylvia Plath and her typewriter.
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