Sylvia Plath’s words, Fisher’s music.
My Best Birthday Memories
Then birthdays became trips. An escape to somewhere other than here to help keep it special. There was the beach, where I always felt grounded.
Sylvia Plath’s words, Fisher’s music.
Then birthdays became trips. An escape to somewhere other than here to help keep it special. There was the beach, where I always felt grounded.
I don’t know about you, sometimes there’s just something so freeing about letting all the tears out. I love a good cry.