I am learning how to compromise the wild dream ideals and the necessary realities without such screaming pain.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, edited by Karen V. Kukil (via adderalldust)

Oh, Sylvia <3

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The futility of it all—.so I broke off; and have indeed been feeling that rather persistently […] I know the feeling now, when I can’t spin a sentence and sit mumbling and turning; and nothing flits by my brain, which is as a blank window. So I shut my studio door and go to bed, stuffing my ears with rubber; and there I lie a day or two. And what leagues I travel in, the time! Such “sensations” spread over my spine and head directly I give them the chance; such an exaggerated tiredness; such anguishes and despairs; and heavenly relief and rest; and then misery again. Never was anyone so tossed up and down by the body as I am, I think. But it is over; and put away…
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)
Wake up early. drink coffee. work hard. be ambitious. keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. do well, live well and dress really well. do what you love, love what you do. it is time to start living 💛