Extend a hand - extend a Word Tone as sour as a Lemon Wake in the spring - Rot in the fall Contract with no Signing Of which you Took into my hand And Bled in Writing was supposed to be in emily dickens style of writing and she’s always being deep and sad so there’s that but lowkey it was fun » Continue Reading
I wish I wrote the way I thought. Obsessively. Incessantly. With no stopping point or break. I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns. Manuscripts would pour out of me like rain falling from the sky, and I’d write about you a lot more than I should. You. A word that seems so small in comparison, but that’s the beauty of it. It means something so interestingly different for everyone. For me, waves... » Continue Reading
Basically just a collection of lyrics that particularly crush my soul & clock my tea in all the best ways (basically just a melancholic post) “gain the wait of you, then lose it, believe me i could do it. if it’s all in my head tell me now, tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow, i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.” “I breathe about you, yeah, your name lives in my chest.” / “Well... » Continue Reading