I fm LOVE Good Records... I love her because of my love for Good Records... If you live in Dallas you should go to Good records... if you don’t have a record player you should go to Good records.... Good Records.
Much of her writing, for me, paints pictures of Sylvia Plath’s life towards the end of it. Sure, it might be broken-up emotions but some artists know no other way to get it out of themselves. It’s truly their vessel. Anyway, in this life we’re going to be haunted a few times and that’s if we’re fortunate and open. She does this. ❤
Take my word for it, I'm not worth it. I ignored you all night and you don't deserve it. Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot. I was sure you were right, but you're not. I contemplate my ruined fate. Someone will hurt me so bad one day. And you'll resonate or I'll apologize or maybe I'll make the same mistake twice. I hide from phonecalls under the warm water. Malice desists, no it woefully recurs. And it plays like daytime tv shows. I confuse you. And I tell you not to love me but I still kiss you when I want to. And I lament, you're innocent, but somehow the object of my discontent. And its fucked up. I let you in even though I've seen what can happen. You make a tape. I receive it in the mail and I force myself busy. The diversion will prevail. And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up. And I will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub.
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this song messes me up every time and i adore it
I know this comment is super old, but same.
I fm LOVE Good Records... I love her because of my love for Good Records... If you live in Dallas you should go to Good records... if you don’t have a record player you should go to Good records.... Good Records.
So glad I found this.
Much of her writing, for me, paints pictures of Sylvia Plath’s life towards the end of it. Sure, it might be broken-up emotions but some artists know no other way to get it out of themselves. It’s truly their vessel.
Anyway, in this life we’re going to be haunted a few times and that’s if we’re fortunate and open.
She does this. ❤
So lovely x
Thank you!
Take my word for it, I'm not worth it. I ignored you all night and you don't deserve it. Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot. I was sure you were right, but you're not. I contemplate my ruined fate. Someone will hurt me so bad one day. And you'll resonate or I'll apologize or maybe I'll make the same mistake twice. I hide from phonecalls under the warm water. Malice desists, no it woefully recurs. And it plays like daytime tv shows. I confuse you. And I tell you not to love me but I still kiss you when I want to. And I lament, you're innocent, but somehow the object of my discontent. And its fucked up. I let you in even though I've seen what can happen.
You make a tape. I receive it in the mail and I force myself busy. The diversion will prevail. And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up. And I will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub.