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HAPPY 88th BIRTHDAY, my dearest Sylvia! ♥ RIP!

(27 October 1932, Boston, USA – 11 February 1963, London, UK)

“… What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Yet I am not a cretin: lame, blind and stupid. I am not a veteran, passing my legless, armless days in a wheelchair. I am not that mongoloidish old man shuffling out of the gates of the mental hospital. I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad. Perhaps you could trace my feeling back to my distaste at having to choose between alternatives.”

–The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950, diary entry no. 46

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Picture: Sylvia Plath’s Smith College Graduation Photo