book arts boys make my life a living hell i swear to god

pearleyes:

Last line of Sylvia Plath’s “You Ask Me Why I Spend My Life Writing”.

i have a ton of nervous energy from waiting for the rare books librarian to email me, so i made this little matchbook notepad out of a page of the communist manifesto (i have two copies! sorry i destroyed a book!), plain old notebook paper, and a gluestick! the fake pearl and the light blue ribbon were sewn/gluesticked (glue stuck?) on. so easy.