My name is Holly and I hate tucked in duvets, shitty grammar and sequins, except for when they're attached to super crazy vintage 80s garments (preferably Versace). PLEASE ask me shit because I want to get personal with ya'll but I don't really know what to say.



Butcher Sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Deep in every country
Wish away the pain
Hand out lobotomies
to save your little families
surrealistic fantasies
Bland, boring,

Plain!

All we know is restitution
Living out your
Date of future
There's a hope
Please show me faster
Don't feel guilty masturbating.

Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can't
Make enough of the words,
"You go alone,
I sing your song"

Sickening pessimist
picketing masses
Conservative communist
apocalyptic bastards
Thank you dear God
For putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged
Diplomatic