I know you think you define me.
But each brush stroke thinks it’s important when it’s on the canvas and each brush stroke thinks that it’s the last and that the painting will be done when the brush leaves the canvas again.
But it isn’t. You are just the shading. You are a dot. And I am the one holding the paintbrush.
"She may be going to hell, of course, but atleast she isn’t standing still"
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ"
"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free –
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you…
"To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained."
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
"I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready."
"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."
"I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me."