Wednesday, November 12, 2014

“And there is the fallacy of existence: the idea that one would be happy forever and aye with a given situation or series of accomplishments. Why did Virginia Woolf commit suicide? Or Sara Teasdale – or the other brilliant women – neurotic? Was their writing sublimation (oh horrible world) of deep, basic desires?” 

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



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