p. Alaska Sargent
    w. Alaska Sargent
    gtr. Abigail Warner
    bss. Abigail Warner
    drm. Alaska Sargent

VIRTUE SIGNAL

9/11

Lyrics:
I wanna be with you
I can’t be myself without you

Can’t talk my legs are walkin’
Can’t talk my legs are walkin’ towards you
towards you (yea)
Let me see you just this once
I’ll get out of your sight after that
Your sight after that

Ive been watchin you sometimes
Ive been peekin through your blinds, yea
And you wouldn’t text me back
And you wouldn’t call me back

And now you’ve got me thinking do you love me, do you hate me
Been up all day and night just waiting for you to say something
Can’t you just pick a fucking side and make your mind up baby
Been running circles round my mind when im around you lately

Crash Report!

droplets

droplets +flatroom (ft. Kid Floral)

as if season 1 hadn't already set an amazing standard for this show, season 2 raises the bar once again! parents all over the state continue praising it for its innovations in children's programming, and the ratings keep on high as the show continues in the network. however, the creators have stated that they will be taking a short break to help reassess their process and create an even better season 3; "before you know it, we'll be back welcoming kids to the neighborhood of wally darling."

give the letter to eddie so that way he can deliver it to the audience!

WHO do u THINK U ARE?!

surely this will put an end to my abuse of 𝓳𝓪𝔃𝔃 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 . . .

expensive jean purchaser anthem

1/9

all it meant was for you to love me
and yet nothing is was it seems
i'm a broken visage in the mirror
i'm pretending i can't hear her

i don't want this to ever end, ever end
i guess i'm a broken heart again, again
i confess my sins to the devil, devil
i don't take no chances, i'm a rebel

oh my heart hurts, my heart burns
don't you see it aches for your affection
and i guess we part our ways

and i guess that's just how it goes
and i guess i'm alone once more, more

heartburn

Summit

Isolate

Wrapping this time up,

Secure in intention

But I still worry 
that I wouldn’t be anywhere without you

Call me old fashioned,
To be alone in this life 
some mystery of passion
some mystery, this passion

rediscovering that, 
we’re alone,
again and again,
given these separate skins
to no end


I can’t stop repeating the question
Have I planted my heart in the ground?
expecting returns
when it’s the visceral that is the truth

and do i love in absence?

I could’ve held flame to myself, again in my youth
lesson-learned, scraggle toothed
eager and dumb



what if I die here?
you always have, and will

does that make any day untrue?

forever

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surely this will put an end to my abuse of 𝓳𝓪𝔃𝔃 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 . . .

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