I found you in the gallery of ghosts,
Wearing a smile I've seen before.
The same patterns, the same cues,
All that to end up my favourite muse.

You were entertaining while it lasted,
I even loved them - the moon, the breeze, even the shadow you casted.

We sliced each other's throats,
No, we exist no more,
So tear down the pages & pictures,
It's only your bedsheets that'll remember us.

- @idioticAsHell 🌊

only fools are satisfied.

be good, be real.

my self-hate is my biggest motivation.

speak that shit outloud, mfs!

life's a play, you just gotta make your act the best.

jus put out love, fam. that's da whole point.

corrupt a man's heart with a gift,
that's how you find out who you're dealing with.

i'm kinda
idiosyncratic with the idiots.

i did it all cause it feel good, i wouldn't do it all if it feel bad
better live your life, we are running out of time.

stack them bands up & that love shit will find you itself.

there's not enough pain in these artists.

bro thinks he's a clone in a Star Wars movie.

مخلوق سے امیدیں اور خالق سے شکایتیں؟

i want the credit if i'm losing or winning,
on my mama, that's the realest shit.

it's all an act. always has been.