Sylvia Plath, aged 21, in a letter to Gordon Lameyer (dated Saturday, 3 July 1954)
Sylvia Plath
you don’t look the same when I look at you now
i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.
It was all a dream by zosphotosx
does anybody know what’s wrong with me
only way i can peacefully drift off
this is me all day