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The Metaphor of the Fig Tree

Hello there, dear old blog. It’s been a while.

Since the last time I jotted down some mildly coherent thoughts in you (on you? I guess I mustn’t even say ‘jotted’ considering this is an online platform and absolutely no jotting whatsoever is involved in this process… yet ‘typed’ sounds so clinical, doesn’t it?), and in that time I have completed a year abroad and am now nearing the end of my first semester in my final year at university. 579 more words

October Reading Wrap Up

In which I follow young heroines going on epic journeys, whether their destination is New York or Neverland. 116 more words


Knowing Thyself

I came across this quote on Pinterest. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a Sylvia fan. I even have a separate… 110 more words


Mad Girl's Love Song ~ Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 159 more words

Too heavy to hold

With feet that are broken-out too wide

The pony tails pulled too tight

The sighs too heavy to hold

And backs that bow like celloes. 8 more words