Blambodee's Unpacked Garden

Talking to friends with gif My mouth taste like salt of agony As I sit on the staircase trying to move feet While others are busy with their meaningful lives We waste our time taking photos of ourselves chilling under the sun Laugh till my eyes get sore because of mean jokes Get fucked for doing what we supposed to do So we do whatever we wanna do Get ignored for being the best of the performance So we do nothing we wanna do

Ok I treasure my friends a lot I treasure memories and quiet times together sometime more than necessary. But some people just don't, almost as if they are void inside. Who do they consider friends? Is being loud and looking all chic and fancy going to feel good for forever. We really are living in a loud age where everyone enjoys the loud conveniences of modern inventions and networking becomes an essential part of life. Individualism and loneliness are friends while we are no longer true friends.

People's assumptions and common habits of pitying restless souls Whilst it's them that need pouring  paints into However, even the river of galaxies is not enough to fill up prejudice and "probability" Filled with hatred are sharp knife of lonely eyes Carve deeper into the hollows of pity Separate father the gaps of so-called brothers of one womb in every beliefs Music ♪  Allie X - Prime .Blambodee.

Our ten years of billion litres of ink and shifting mind are packed in one convenient box of books Wondering if someone else shed tears for the commemoration, I caress the clean cover and wait for a reply But not even one returns Pitying oneself for the ignorant of this dimension, I stare blankly at shells wavering with soulless thought It’s in the thin layers of watercolors that I find a place I belong Teal eyes, green hair, painted skin It’s in the clicking black blood that I hide myself within Music: CoMa - I Monster .Blambodee.

 I hate reality So I learned to paint pastel colors to things Tag a solemn song to red bricks of staircases School is a place for lovers Dreaming about a hug with someone met in dream Where I was the bride Then friends call me, ruin my silence Worlds crack and rumble I become a good girl again ( ~♪ ) I blind my ears with ♪ And watch reality fades Only clouds, rainbows and fountain of crimson blood remains I'm dancing with birds and naked guys in my head I'm watching flower and minds blossom into million colordrops, flying through the orange sky Picture's source is from internet. On Tubmlr:  http://oisblam.tumblr.com/post/109986988770/i-hate-reality-so-i-learned-to-paint-pastel-colors .Blambodee.