tv noise and a grim gross girl on X

your essences are like dirty truths and ugly lies, like an experimental crude dark song


you climb and Jump on roofs, hang on there at night trying to avoid the security cameras. you literally have just stopped obsessively watching yourself as tho ur the epitome of taboo . . u just chill

look like the song Jump by lizzy and also serve the servants by nirvana

be grateful for freedom and peace within yourself, be grateful for love and all the things in between
often see palm trees or things alike . . giving the effect / giving subtle hints of the scenery being in black and white like an old Tv.

you leave remnants of grinning silver tinsel that can’t be solved or seen, only heard crumbling from your beauty
u often pull a bitting mannerism to cameras, ur like a shark personified, with deep blue ocean flesh on your beautiful teeth and uniquely shaped lips