With Glitter
wG Head + Heal
At With Glitter, every post is more than words on a page. It's a portal into a realm where fantasy and reality intertwine, where lessons are wrapped in mystery, and where even the darkest paths can lead to light.
Summer is over, so are you, you, and y'all.You're still here. I'm still a bitch.In a tree, even the spiders don't bother me.I got tired of crowds and crowns and befriended a clown.All these demons I dance with. If only I could look down on humans from 14,000 ft up with those Balenciaga sneakers and my pastel pink lipstick. Free-falling that high up. By the time my Balenciaga's hit the ground, saved again. That's the real baptism. He always saves.
She’s Alone, But Not Lonely.She’s alone, but she’s no longer hazy from the gas. She’s alone, but nowhere near lonely — focused now, lit by her own fumes, striking her own fire.
she is the hourglass silhouette
No crowd. No connection. Just the orangey red lipstick — too bold, too wrong, too perfect — the kind that only works on a woman who knows she’s the moment.
Welcome to the era of being placebo’d — where everything looks real, feels real, tastes real, but somehow… isn’t. And we? We’re out here normalizing it.
remember when I blamed the crowd for the loss of connection. I removed my human from that crowd — your crowd. I removed myself from you. You no longer have access to my being.
