@midwinterspring
Hi there! I'd really appreciate if you could check out my poem collection book if you are interested in poetry.
Thankyou and sorry for bothering you. ❤
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yk you better not be dead or something. because that would really suck. i hope you’re okay and that you’re only not on here because you’re too busy with a really cool and interesting and happy life.
it’s been a while but hi. i hope you’re doing at least a little okay.
@SicklySweet708 Lol well that's good. The past few days have been pretty surreal for me.
@midwinterspring I actually am officially not sick anymore lol thank goodness. and you know. it’s not the sweet kind but I wish it was too.
@SicklySweet708 Thanks, idk honestly it's just very strange like being an adult changed nothing but at the same time everything is different. Well hope you get better soon and hope it's the sweet kind of sick. That was bad i'm sorry.
100! Yw ((;
Hey lovely are you interested in votes for vote. And if not it's ok. And if yes, let's support each other by reading their work and helps in improvement. I have some short story which you will definitely love! Teheee
it's been a fucking year since i started the poem i planned to publish in transmission errors in november.
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.” damn it sylvia the same words hit harder each year
@midwinterspring Yes! This is what I needed to hear. Too many times people have said to soak in too much is not to understand but, as with Plath, this just isn't true. There is an overwhelming wave that undertakes one not because they were running, but because one dived right in. Just don't let your mind drown. It might help to read Paula Prober's blogs in "Your Rainforest Mind" — although I do not find her ways helpful, it might feel nice to be understood slightly more.
@OwainGlyn yup :) every single one of sylvia plath's thoughts is somehow magnificent.
@marregn that was just one quote; she's got hundreds of similar passages and i adore all of them, though this one specifically. that feeling that we're each trapped in our own lives, the pain that when we choose one road we forsake a million others, the desire to experience all our subjective universes in their completeness. it hits. she had an incredibly sensitive mind; it's really all about that sensitive mind. her genius and her doom. she took absolutely everything in from her senses and let it twist in her. and she's talented enough to express it so precisely. her death was complicated; she tried to take her own life at 20; came back from the abyss and did it again at 30. when the information (the exact information came from a troubling lot of sources, but it's mostly her failing marriage) twisting in her mind got too dark there was only one escape. i tend do the same, letting a bit too much in and ruminating a bit too long (but not long enough to ruin me). i guess that's why i love her so much. and i'm definitely not alone in such feelings.
but after the sun sets everything including april is over
the april sunsets make me want to love again i know it's may but let's pretend april never leaves
late spring sunsets worth dying for:
maybe it's in the late spring mood
that i search for a word worth dying for
maybe it's in the memories.