Fuck pretty. Make it hurt.... The world doesn’t need another pretty picture. It needs a bullet of meaning, aimed at the lies we live by.
The apocalypse looks better in shades; after all, destruction is our greatest artwork.
Partners in Crime: Give me a ride-or-die passion, reckless and raw, stitched with trust and stained with sin.
Hybrid war: The joke pulls the trigger, the shadow does the killing.
Sorry for what i said when i was sober, Here’s to forever… Until tomorrow arrives, uninvited, with reality in hand.
Wings or weight - you decide.
Closest thing to heaven… This is your god. Not in heaven, but in your hand. You pray to Apple, You confess to Google. The screen glows, You obey. Faith without soul. Worship without love.
If we take care of her, maybe she’ll forgive us. If we learn to listen, she’ll give us back what we lost.
Play it again, no one’s listening anyway.
Fashion victim: Luxury won’t save your bones.
WAKE ME UP WHEN I’M FAMOUS, Because being ordinary is a crime. Because validation is the new religion. Because fame fixes everything, right? We scroll, we pose, we perform. Dreaming in filters, sleeping in algorithms. Don’t wake me up, just make sure the likes keep coming.
