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2022-03-09T00:06:02+01:00
“There are some people who can’t do nothing put shed light on your flaws while missing the beautiful side of you, they can’t shake the idea of having someone with the flaws that you possess, so much that they can’t see you as anything else but one giant, gaping flaw.”
2022-03-08T23:10:17+01:00
“ I wish I could meet certain people again, reintroduce myself because the version they knew can’t compare to who I am today. I almost want to apologize for the old version but who would I be if I didn’t start somewhere?”
2022-03-08T05:36:54+01:00
“ when I look at you and think of you when I’m not suppose to I may very well be reaching for the moon.”
2022-03-08T04:45:48+01:00
This is quite shocking on so many levels, I imagine someone's happiest day is when they've gotten a promotion, won a prize, or something bigger than what I am about to say...
Actually, the little things in life are what makes me happy; it's not money or wealth but things like a beautiful flower, a beautiful cat or a monkey -I do love monkeys- but today is the happiest day of my life because for the first time in many years I felt like my old self again and I felt peace so much that I wanted to relive this day over and over again, I hope there is many more to come. so what happened? here it is: I read a whole book today and that hasn't happened since I left high school; back then I used to read 3- To 5 books a week and I read more than 500 books a year... I was always reading but back then I used to read to escape my reality, so I started thinking maybe I didn't like reading as much as I did when I was younger but I was wrong. Reading is my solace, after spending the entire day reading I finally started to feel more at peace in the midst of my chaotic mind... I didn't expect the day to go this way but I now realize just how much I love reading, I never really stopped. I've been so busy with the trivial things in life that I forget the things that I love.
I hate electronics, I hate noise and I hate being addicted to anything that has to do with an electronic device because it drains my energy. But reading truly recharges my spirit. It was around 11 am when I open my phone searching for the new Gabrielle Union book titled " you got anything stronger?" but I wanted the audiobook version because I loved her last book " we're going to need more wine" audio because she has the most soothing, warm yet clear voice that I have ever heard, I love her voice and so I went to see if could rent or borrow her new book but no I have to buy it! I didn't want to spend $17 on a book today. I love buying books but today I didn't feel like buying it and I am glad I didn't because I stumbled across another book that I would have never picked out intentionally well maybe I would a few months from now but it was a total accident today and a great one! because I fell in love with it so much that I didn't care that it was a digital book, you already know how I feel about electronics... but gosh I could not put my phone down and I was at work! I drove straight home after work just to finish it! I forgot about everything I canceled everything just to read this book, I needed that because for so long I felt disconnected from who I am. I am the girl who spends the whole day nose buried behind a book, doesn't watch Tv, forgets where she puts her phone because she's reading and nothing else matters. I hated that a lot of things were making me feel distracted from the things I love well today I did just what I like and yes I am happy. I was reminded of how happy I felt when I read the catcher in the rye and how inspired yet incredibly sad I felt when I read the bell jar by Sylvia Plath... so many memories that I’ve push far in the back of my mind.
I will not do a book review on the book I read today because it is quite triggering and I am not ready to talk about it but I will definitely buy it as a gift to any woman going through a similar situation. well, I am going to look for another book now! goodnight :)
2022-03-08T01:37:20+01:00
“ the more you’re scared of becoming like someone else, the more you become like them without noticing.”
2022-03-08T01:34:08+01:00
“ you cannot convince someone to see something in themselves if they are not ready to see it.”
2022-03-07T17:01:28+01:00
“ some days I have the strength of a bull ready to attack anything and solve all my troubles, other days I contemplate getting out of bed wishing the day was already over not having enough energy to support my own body weight.”
2022-03-07T15:46:41+01:00
“It’s all or nothing For me, there is no in between, otherwise what’s the point ?
2022-03-07T04:17:32+01:00
You ask whether your verses are any good. You ask me. You have asked others betore this. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are upset when certain editors reject your work. Now (since you have said you want my advice) I beg you to stop doing that sort of thing. You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your while life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. Don't write love poems; avoid those forms that are too facile and ordinary (…)
2022-03-07T03:00:51+01:00
The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath
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