TULIPS

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted

to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

How free it is, you have no idea how free-

TULIPS, Sylvia.

ANXIELYTIC

SEI IL CATTIVO DEL RACCONTO,
IL BULLO DELLA CLASSE.

LA TESTA DI CAZZO DA EVITARE, IL FIGLIO DI PUTTANA CHE MAI AVREI PENSATO DI VOLERE AL MIO FIANCO.


EPPURE, SEI IL MIO STUPIDO ANSIOLITICO.

Sylvia. Again and again, 'Cos she's my muse and my myth

"When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone for ever".
Sylvia Plath

One of the few whose words send me shivers up and down my spine when I read them. Thank you, Sylvia.







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