Reblog This If You’re Pro-receiving A Brown Paper Package Containing One (1) Handwritten Love Letter,

“She had bought herself a blotting book, writing case, pen-holder, and envelopes, although she had no one to write to; she dusted her what-not, looked at herself in the glass, picked up a book, and then, dreaming between the lines, let it drop on her knees. She longed to travel or to go back to her convent. She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.”

— Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

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Sylvia Plath, September 1950 journal entry

sitting on the bus on a foggy morning and only thinking — is this, finally, my life? do i hold it with both hands? do i try to live?

Evening dress Date:1905 Medium: Silk, Lace Museum of arts & crafts, Zagreb

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My kink is unloved characters suddenly being loved unconditionally