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All I want is honesty Just continuous unfaltering honesty until I die Then maybe I’ll want a lie I don’t like to waste time
I couldn’t show you the rest of it You could have it in bits I can give you pieces I can give you dreams You could be there with me
I’ve seen this argument floating around so I wanted to address it To do so I had to filter through my own recollections Not just my own but those I’ve been in bed with
I saw a storm at the capitol They think that it's practical Striking imagery present I was warned of this long ago Lines thin like a camisole
Redefined: sweet A texture, a flavor Nice implies no spice I’d rather be cruel than basic Bland creates spite Boredom; torture
My heart is in two pieces and I hold one in each hand My heart gives in through demons that I've told some lies to and My heart lives in you seasons stand like old posts in the sand
Breathe in breathe out Clear your mind of doubt Free your head of sorrow It'll really soon be figured out Breathe in breathe out
I keep writing because every word lightens the load a little bit right Because art isn't the privilege of the rich unless we live in a society where they take all our time