Notes: 13 / 1 day ago
I’ve never posted a picture of my ink on social media before. Partly because of family. But I don’t really care anymore. It’s my body. I could explain the meaning behind it but anyone who knows me knows my love of this quote. It’s who i am (pun?) also it’s located on my right rib cage if you can not tell!
Notes: 13 / 2 days ago
"I listened to the old brag of my heart ‘I am I am I am’"
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
I am important. I am special. I am living a life worth living. Sometimes I just need a little reminder, so here’s that reminder. Happy birthday to me!
Notes: 125 / 3 days ago
So being half naked in a semi-public area is as much terrifying as it is liberating.
Notes: 37 / 3 days ago
Notes: 46 / 4 days ago
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, the big hush.
And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.
Her radience scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
I let her go. I let her go
Diminshed and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrevables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches?—
Its snaky acids kiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.
—written 19 April 1962
Notes: 192 / 5 days ago
Notes: 10 / 6 days ago
Submitted by Brie (Instagram Brie92)
“Wear your heart on your skin in this life.”
—Sylvia Plath, “The Fifteen-Dollar Eagle”, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams, 1977
Notes: 19 / 1 week ago
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” -Sylvia Plath
My third tattoo! I absolutely love sylvia plath and the bell jar and I feel like this quote applies to my life. It also covers up some scars from cutting. I love it!