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jess the nature goth 🥀🌿

created 2 years ago

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✨ trauma queen ✨ side note: i see stickers of “the bell jar” by sylvia plath on here all the time, but have you guys read this thing??? it is THE most depressing book i have ever read and has an even sadder backstory. her philosophies on life and the human condition were unbelievably profound, but she never got the help she needed and the depression took her down with it. it feels so strange for me to see this book romanticized like it is because when i see it all i think of is how the world lost something so special in spite of all the warning signs. #dark #witchy #night #thebelljar #mentalhealthcampaign #mentalhealth #aesthetic #itemcreator #discoverme

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jess the nature goth 🥀🌿

created 2 years ago

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jess the nature goth 🥀🌿

2 years ago

@..voodoo..child.. That’s so cool!! 😍 I never got to read anything by her in school, wish I did. That one was a doozy to read by myself and have no one to scream into the void with lmfao

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2 years ago

I did! I did a whole project about her back in 8th grade. I love herrr

jess the nature goth 🥀🌿

2 years ago

here’s my favorite quote from it… “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”