¿YOU KNOW YOU'RE PERFECT RIGHT?
Kimber — Leon
July 5 – Oct 5, 2026
Loyalty over royalty.
You don't have to tell your soulmate to stay.
Loyalty over royalty.
You don't have to tell your soulmate to stay.
A soulmate doesn't need instructions.
The ones worth keeping.
Betrayal never comes from enemies.
Cheating is wrong. They know they are doing it. And they don't care.
A person who will cheat on their person, only cheats themselves.
Written when it mattered.
The cops are hanging heavy with radio and gear To drag me off for half a year Time is near Can something so brand-new survive the upcoming abyss? How can a love this short-lived ever weather storms like this? Will you remember the way I am in between your hips? Will you remember how we kissed and think about my lips? Will you remember the high bliss The drinking of the 5ths I wanna believe you. I want you to need me And I need you Over thinking confused All I know is I'm free with you
Real ones don't fold.
Words are almost impossible The written language is stupid The spoken version is useless Let's just fuck and do cute shit I'm like.. you down You smile grab my arm And say. Let's do this Get ruthless Where this is going in clueless But the shoe fits The fifth drips Fish full of gambling chips You say I love your lips I say I love your every stuff And yous my bitch I love you to the moon and back We just mesh together Forever. Like spoon and crack.
Never rat. Never fold.
I found it lying in the dirt, a gold watch that hadn't seen a hurt. It fit my wrist like it was mine, shining bright, looking fine. The whole block was staring at me, I was strutting like I was somebody. Then the gold started peeling off, the tick went slow, it started to cough. Gray metal showing underneath, cheap as dirt, not worth a teeth. I said, "No, that's just the light," and stashed that thing out of sight. Locked it in a busted shoebox, shoved it deep behind my socks. Sat in the dark, me and that watch, both worn. Then I hit my forties, hair gone gray, and a girl showed up and made my day. She fit my side like she was mine, shining bright, looking fine. The whole block was staring at me, I was strutting like I was somebody. Then her sweet talk started peeling off, her love went cold, she started to cough. Same gray metal underneath, cheap as dirt, same old grief. I said, "No, that's just the light," and held her close, out of sight. Now I'm about to leave for most of a year, and I'm worried someone's creeping near. It wasn't Real Gold
Real gold doesn't peel.
A note, as written.
Kbh+lpt! I love her so much I remember looking at every one else fight and saying let's not be like that I said we can have the perfect relationship. We haven't hurt each other. We literally can have virtually zero regrets You know you're prefect right I love you You know you're the most beautiful/gorgeous creature on the planet right? I would choose you over anyone I could be on a bus full of playboy bunnies and...
Loyalty is a choice, not a favor.
If you have to check the phone, you already know.
The code was simple: stay solid.