Posts tagged "sylvia plath tattoos"
  1. Notes: 13 / 16 hours ago  from coppertogold
    coppertogold:

"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! 

    coppertogold:

    "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! 

     
  2. Notes: 123 / 1 day ago  from tedbundylovesyou
    tedbundylovesyou:

So being half naked in a semi-public area is as much terrifying as it is liberating.

    tedbundylovesyou:

    So being half naked in a semi-public area is as much terrifying as it is liberating.

     
  3. Notes: 37 / 1 day ago  from tedbundylovesyou
    tedbundylovesyou:

Sylvia Plath/The Front Bottoms tattoo.

    tedbundylovesyou:

    Sylvia Plath/The Front Bottoms tattoo.

     
  4. Notes: 46 / 2 days ago  from deerbabystyles
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ELM
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,  Its dissatisfactions? 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, Echoing, echoing.  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

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    ELM

    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,
    Its dissatisfactions?
    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,
    Echoing, echoing.

    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

     
  5. Notes: 188 / 3 days ago  from dad-fashion

    dad-fashion:

    here it is! i am beyond pleased.

  6. Notes: 10 / 4 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

    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

     
  7. Notes: 19 / 5 days ago  from chelseabones
    chelseabones:

"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!

    chelseabones:

    "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!

     
  8. Notes: 28 / 6 days ago  from nylonsandoxfords
    nylonsandoxfords:

My Sylvia Plath tattoo ✌️

    nylonsandoxfords:

    My Sylvia Plath tattoo ✌️

     
  9. Notes: 16 / 1 week ago  from monro3hips
    thetwerkambition:

Is having a literary tattoo slightly obnoxious or

    thetwerkambition:

    Is having a literary tattoo slightly obnoxious or

     
  10. Notes: 18 / 1 week ago  from georgiezilla
    georgiezilla:

Tattoo on display on a sunny day.

    georgiezilla:

    Tattoo on display on a sunny day.

     
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"Wear your heart on your skin in this life." ― Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose, and Diary Excerpts

This blog is a spin-off from my main blog http://lovingsylvia.tumblr.com/

Trying to create a collection of ALL the Sylvia Plath tattoos I can find on the world wide web... and there are tonns of them out there!

Even though sometimes it sees that I can never collect all the tattoos I want and I can only go mad. I am horribly limited. ;)

Have fun and get inspired! ;)

P.S.: If you want, you can always submit your tattoo to: lovingsylviaplath@gmail.com
 
 

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