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darknmysterious:

Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath circa 1956.
They met at a Cambridge party held in Falcon Yard for the poetry magazine St. Botolph’s Review. She describes him as being big, dark, and hunky, the only boy in the room huge enough for her. As soon as she arrived, she wanted to know who he was, and watched him “hunching around over women.” Only three inches taller than she was, he struck her as “colossal.” She describes their conversation as if they were both shouting. Eventually, he ripped off her hairband and kissed her, first on the mouth, and then on the neck. She responded by biting him “long and hard” on the cheek, making blood pour down his face.
-Ronald Hayman, The Death and Life of Sylvia Plath

Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath circa 1956.

They met at a Cambridge party held in Falcon Yard for the poetry magazine St. Botolph’s Review. She describes him as being big, dark, and hunky, the only boy in the room huge enough for her. As soon as she arrived, she wanted to know who he was, and watched him “hunching around over women.” Only three inches taller than she was, he struck her as “colossal.” She describes their conversation as if they were both shouting. Eventually, he ripped off her hairband and kissed her, first on the mouth, and then on the neck. She responded by biting him “long and hard” on the cheek, making blood pour down his face.

-Ronald Hayman, The Death and Life of Sylvia Plath

Reblogged from Dark and Mysterious

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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

— Anaïs Nin (via oktoterror)

Reblogged from XI

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I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don’t say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.

— Anaïs Nin, House of Incest (via theredshoes)

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