san diego holmes

all you need? Bloodshot eyes. Head-to-toe A24 merch. Your carefree blonde hair at your shoulders. A relatable maternal sweater that says look at me, I’m not a scammer, I live in beachside Del Mar. Rattan furniture. Probiotic coconut yogurt. A lobotomized rich hotel tycoon husband. Prison. A lot of nodding because Youtube taught you that means you’re “listening”. One single tear. Baby bag on your arm to prove you have real children. A piercing, unrelenting gaze. A tea cup of blood with a spoonful of stolen young female ambition.