Plath & Images

Starting at SU. Ending in NYC.
I wanna write books that make people want to write books

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"Don’t take a nude pic if you’re a famous woman and don’t want it leaked."

"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."

"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."

"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."

"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."

Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.

(Source: mysharona1987, via toofabforyou19)

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I want to have intelligent conversations with you in spite of being drunk, not because we are drunk.
I don’t know how to get by without at least a little bit of pure, evil aggression.
Your family is not like my family but we are both hurt from it.
I always seem to be wanting guacamole and avocados in general.
Us can only be kept alive by timing.
It makes all the decisions. It decides if we live or die. Like the father introducing his daughter to the family handgun.
It’s all a circle. It all moves in a circle.


The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.
Terry Pratchett (via cleverhelp)

(via troisenator)

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It’s pretty bizarre
running into someone
you’ve seen naked
on the subway
and not saying
a word
to each other

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I want a dad or to not hate all men in the world. Preferably both.

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by Brittany Leitner

I have to go to the shrink
To talk about God
Because people in the streets are calling me crazy.

She thinks it’s a healthy way to deal
With the loss of my father
And my inability to fuck someone

I have feelings for.
She thinks her job is done
Because I am healthy.

It’s not that my father died,
It’s that he was already dead.
And it’s not that I can’t fuck

Someone I care about,
It’s that fucking someone I don’t know
Feels more like my choice than anything else.

My shrink also said that poetry
Was good for me
So that’s how I know

She’s the crazy one.

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You were so mean
I loved you
I took you apart
Like a slow drive
If I held the wheel
You had the petal
We were good at it
I haven’t thought of you
In a while
There have been others
When I see you in them
I pull the plug
They take it much worse
Than you did
You at least knew when
To say when
I must explain myself
The way I never
Could then
I don’t know who could be
The fit for you
But I’d like to think she’s
So you’d never have to
Compare her to me

— Brittany Leitner

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By Brittany Leitner

I woke up feeling like Christmas
Or rather, like I was
Just given something
I was really going to enjoy playing with.

Yes, I was the kind of kid who had Christmas
But only enough to remember once or twice,
So you can’t really throw me in
Like that with all of the others.

It’s not about Christmas.
Christ it’s about being lucky enough
To find something you want to use
More than once.

All of your hair was there
Near mine when I woke up
You felt like something I
Would really make up

If I could decide what I wanted
To drag down the street
On my very own arm
If I had my very own choice.

I will end you here for now
Because who wants to know
What happened next?
The good part already got them

And it got me.
So I won’t tell how I made you leave
Or how I left first
Won’t tell

We’re leaving it all here
Just like that
The way I woke up to things

All those Christmases ago.