@paletmblr event xxxiii: pride
-> chappell roan
She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot
She showed me things I didn't know
She did it right there, out on the deck
Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck
@paletmblr event xxxiii: pride
-> chappell roan
She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot
She showed me things I didn't know
She did it right there, out on the deck
Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck
the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
Baby, lay your head down
Baby, I’m only in your dreams now
I told you that I’d change, but I guess I never did