Lemonade Tears

Idk, "But as I fell asleep I Gabapentin" doesn't make sense grammatically

OOF this aesthetic takes me BAAAAAACK I'm in love

this thread is giving me NFR pre-release tease...
 
when she posts another rant and we make it to 1k pages of pure chaos

Idk, "But as I fell asleep I Gabapentin" doesn't make sense grammatically

ok, i love it so imma just be happy we got something new

What Where?
And I love the poem but why is she sharing stuff from behind the iron gates when violet bent backwards isn't even out yet

Thank you!

I don't think it's the Grammies, I think it's that she got those amazing reviews for NFR from critics who used to shame her for her past lyrics and for being too 'stereotypically feminine'. I don't remember her name but there was one critic in particular who she attacked on Twitter when her NFR review came out because that same critic had been super shitty to her in the past. Same with Anthony Fantano btw, it's ironic seeing his video on her statements when he's one of the people she's talking about.

Patent Leather Do-Over
 
Sylvia
I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam
It tickled you to leave them there
It was the thought of a young child
or of a lost fairy
It reminded me of who I am
That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean
And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly
Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway
I do it for you and I do it for me
because having learned from others and from you
I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace
You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free
A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV
You have to separate the wheat from the chaff
You have to be discerning
It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning
and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under
It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder
from high sea cliffs
I know, my dear
I wish that I had been here
or there
I wish that you were here now
If you're not now
because who knows how these things work?
Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana
All of my kind women
Who came before me
Blonde
I dyed my hair black for you
I turned my back in that black pond
I swear I wont stop until I'm dead
and here I am at 34
and what for?
To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way
towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean
To bring them back up safe to the facility instead
and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before
I let myself into room 2 and got undressed
I was sunburnt
Contemplative and sore
and as I fell asleep
by Gabapentin
I lay my head on the pillow
and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen
and sang you a lemon melody
I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat
in case you got restless and wanted to leave
and I hugged you with my baby's breath
and sang your spirit to bed
the way I would have if you were my child
or if I had children
My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head


 

What Where?
And I love the poem but why is she sharing stuff from behind the iron gates when violet bent backwards isn't even out yet

Lol do you think there's much more to violet than all the pages she already posted?

Lol do you think there's much more to violet than all the pages she already posted?

What Where?
And I love the poem but why is she sharing stuff from behind the iron gates when violet bent backwards isn't even out yet

ok, i love it so imma just be happy we got something new

What Where?
And I love the poem but why is she sharing stuff from behind the iron gates when violet bent backwards isn't even out yet

What Where?
And I love the poem but why is she sharing stuff from behind the iron gates when violet bent backwards isn't even out yet

the way this b*tch has me by heart and balls....i'll really never stop loving her huh

It's the best thing she's released so far relating to the poetry, sounded so good and was recited very well. A whole audiobook of the poetry like this would be great :hdu: :hdu:

these quarantine era selfies are really rivaling those from the honeymoon era

Paradise edition aesthetics

God everything about that was fucking brilliant 

update: the poem is really pretty, and so is the selfie. I think the whole mess is over with (knock on wood)

Paradise era x Wayamaya vibes from that spoken poem and instrumental, it was so beautiful 

that instrumental is chefs kiss