Anonymous asked: In my opinion, you are absolutely stunning.
And you are immensely kind
Anonymous asked: What are you attracted to in a man?
I’m not, actually?
Anonymous asked: Sorry, but i'm really curious. Are you living, surviving or existing?
I am, I am, I am
Anonymous asked: My copy of Syliva Plath's Unabridged Journal just arrived today, and I am already intoxicated at the thought of reading it. I just wanted to know, what was your favourite thing about this book, what did it add to your life?
Sylvia’s diary writing ugh…I think many can feel “related” to it but few can really relate to it? It didn’t strictly add something to my life, I found it radiant in the sense of how personal it sounded; she writes about things she had been preoccupied with all her life and it’s amazing how many key elements exist in her journals that kind of defined who she was and marked her as a person. Does it make sense? I felt like her journals truly leave the reader with a tremendous sense of subtle voyeurism; the entries felt intimate but extended beyond relatability, in some truly expressive and raw way. I was left with the sensation of appreciating how her mind functioned not as “the great controversial poetess, Sylvia Plath” but as Sylvia, the perpetually insecure, ambitious in her loveliness, self-destructive to the core, dare I say real Sylvia? She sounded whole in her very fragmentation, belonging to herself in the moment of writing, whole just whole. And I certainly liked that. I found her voice as chaotically vague as I expected it to be but in that very reaffirmation came the sentiment of her sounding fearlessly honest. And that’s what I seek in journal reading; I need to feel the person’s voice and also the artist’s voice and also the voice behind the voice, you know? That’s not to say that I did not relate, for I did. But that wasn’t the point at all. What makes her The Unabridged Journals great, to me, is the fact that Sylvia wrote from the heart and her words belonged to her; she made them echo as her own and she made me not merely understand but also feel that. She was the thing itself. It probably sounds simple and yet it’s not, even if you’re Sylvia Plath, even if you’re anyone at all.
Anonymous asked: Could you explain to me what self-reflexivity means pretty please? I find it difficult to grasp.
It basically means that you respect yourself enough to actually let your own moods guide your very actions. And if you feel like staying in, you’re going to reject every possible call and you’re going to stay in. And if you want to go to the cinema by yourself, you’ll do it because at that time you don’t give a rat’s ass about whether it’s the “normal” thing to do or not. And if you feel like blogging about something, you’ll blog about it and at the same time it’ll be clear that what you’re choosing to blog about reflects your inner state of being and mainly Idk, to me it means that your overall choices correspond, more or less, to certain emotions you’re undergoing at the time & nothing quite happens at random bc you’re keeping it as self-reflective and willfully personal as possible
Anonymous asked: Your archive is a beautiful playground. Thank you!
Aww thank you I’m happy that you like it
wes anderson movies taught me that fucked up horrifying tragic living circumstances are no excuse not to carefully maintain a cute pastoral aesthetic at all times
Anonymous asked: I'm not sure if you can help me, but I'm looking for a poem with the a few lines that go: "You wouldn't call me crazy if you knew how much I hate me" and "Depression is a constant state of mourning when the only thing that has died is your pride". I've heard it somewhere but I'm not sure where, and it's killing me to not know the name of it. Do you know which poem I'm talking about?
It’s spoken word poetry and I think it’s this one by Rage Almighty - it’s actually a very intense piece.
Anonymous asked: I just really want to grab the back of your neck and suck and nibble lightly up your neck and then pull on your bottom lip with my teeth and once ive turned you around i'd pull your top off and start to lick really gently across your tattoo whilst grabbing your throat and then i'd turn my attention to your ear lobes whilst teasingly undoing your jeans and then i'd start rubbing your clit from underneath your panties until your gasping and only then will dip my finger inside and start moving ...
Listen to this and go masturbate to the idea of someone else ehh