The Bell Jar | By Sylvia Plath
Not a book that I would pick up on my own volition, it was recommended to me. I started reading The Bell Jar with the expectation that (based on the recommendation) it was “really fucked up.” So of course I went and bought that shit up. It’s not often that a book comes with that kind of statement. I read half of the book and nothing remotely fucked up had happened yet. As far as I could tell I was reading a story about a basic bitch in the fifties… This book almost went over
An Inspired Poem. Both by Full Moons, Absinthe and Dead Guys.
I WANT TO LOCK AWAY ALL YOUR FEARS FOR ONLY ME TO SEE.
WHEN THE FULL MOON RISES AND THE DARKEST HOUR HAS PASSED, I'LL LET ALL OF YOUR ANXIETIES FREE.
ONCE SO FAR AWAY, BUT NOW WHILE YOU SLEEP, SO NEAR.
WHISPERING SWEET TORMENTS INTO YOUR DREAMS,
REMINDING YOU
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