I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
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Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
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Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
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