An Awkward Coffee
I was up to my ears in plath and sexton for three days straight. not just the poems, either." “you read the bell jar, too?"
A Good Chase
Do you think that sylvia plath up and decided one day that she wasn't good enough? huh? that she should give up and never see what she could do?" "sylvia killed herself. in an oven too for fucks sake."
Chapter one - Meetings
Before carter could answer, something landed at his hooves with a sodden 'plath' sound. they both stopped and looked down. "it's a towel." lars said eventually, prodding it with his shoe. carter nodded. "yup." he agreed. he glanced around.
An Invincible Summer Ch. 5 - Sunloathe
." - sylvia plath, the bell jar liz returned from work that day seven hours earlier. embarrassed and cold, she had no words to describe how she felt. how could ritter do that to her? she was a loyal employee and a hard worker.
My Second Demon Deal
He then flashed its cover: sylvia plath's _the bell jar._ the paperback's edges drooped in the heat. "i'm glad you like it," kazimir said, and smiled. "i've never been one for depressing stuff like that." "yeah.
New Beginnings part 4
"...and i didn't burn the pan, or the eggs, or the fork, and i cleaned my plath and efferfing." the puppy went on, ricky's face absolutely priceless, caught between adoration and awkwardness.
Everything Changed: A Night That Changed Everything, Part 12
My father's family was from plathe, the next province to the east of here. they're all gone now too but, they owned this place and left it to me," she said.
The Long, Cold Dark, Chapter VII: Glory and Gore
"and just because you're, like, pathologically incapable of having real fun doesn't mean the rest of us have to go around moping and writing sylvia plath poems. or whatever," "i don't write poems!" i snapped.