Carl Fredrik Hill, Self portrait during a time of illness, drawn on a letter to his father, 1873.
(via toomuchart)
Connecting with Plath’s Bell Jar all too well. What a pure gem of an author, an artist. Every word satisfies some unknown urge and craving so fully and completely. Like the feeling you experience when all finally makes sense.
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;