To the person in the Bell Jar…

…blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
–the one and only – Sylvia Plath

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This feels pretty good to me. I could smell her next to me, the sweat and the algae from the moat, her shampoo like lilacs, and the smell of her skin like crushed almonds.–John Green

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You cannot reject your own life.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material of me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emoticons, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
–Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Hello

Dear All,

Huge apologies for the lack of updates to Under The Night Starry Sky recently. Unfortunately the silence will continue for the next ten days. The problem is that I don’t have an access to the Internet on my laptop and blogging on phone is quite difficult.

So, that’s it. The website hasn’t died. That’s for sure.

I will be back soon. I miss you all.

Thanks!

Poppy

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All of Me is All for You

Is there a cure for this pain
Maybe I should have something to eat
But food won’t take this emptiness away
I am hungry for you my love

Well I made it through another day
In my cold room
On scraps and pieces left behind
I survice on the memory of you

All of Me is All for You
You are All I see
All of Me is All for You
You are All I need

All this life is all for Love
Is it the Only road I will choose
And every street and avenue
Only One will lead me back to you

One Love, One Love, One Love
One Love, One Love, One Love

— Angus and Julia Stone, All of Me

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You are pretty something.

“She raises her fingers to her lips, as  if concentrating, or as if hiding her mouth from me, or as if to feel the words she speaks. “You’re pretty something.”, she says finally. She stares at me, my eyes and her eyes and nothing between them. I have nothing to gain from kissing her. But I am no longer looking to gain anything. “There’s something I have to do.”, I say, and she nods very slightly, as if she knows the something, and I kiss her.”
— John Green
P.S. I Love you.

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200 followers

Oh My God…this is my blog and I have 200 followers. Huge thank you to all people who share my interests, ideas and point of views. Thank you all! I appreciate it a lot!! ♥

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