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You sit at a bar and you’re gifted with that feeling of utopia peculiar to places frequented by wanderers. Hotels are like train travel, like early-morning pillow talk with a stranger. They allow you to occupy a space that’s caught in indefiniteness.
that sounds nice
It’s such an intimate thing, to witness another’s death. Orgasms are a dime a dozen. Any old human woman can see a man orgasm. We so rarely get to see them die; it has been my greatest gift and my most divine privilege.
damn girl you good bc wtf
There’s a lot to be said for intimidating intelligence and a dearth of conscience, and I possess both.
oh do you? DO YOU.
Feminism comes to all things, it seems, but it comes to recognizing homicidal rage the slowest.
I-
Prison may be the hell of other people, but at least it’s not a hell of people you love.
sounds like the same thing
I learned that being female is as prefab, thoughtless, soulless, and abjectly capitalist as a Big Mac. It’s not important that it’s real. It’s only important that it’s tasty.
mhm Big Mac😋
Junk food was rebellion, rebellion was femininity, femininity was junk.
I don't know if I'd say that
You can’t be a woman without protection. Condoms fail. Pepper spray can be turned against you. Information almost never does.
period queen
Information is like a feral cat: what it wants most is to be free and to bite someone.
information feels like the equivalent of cutting a bitch
The only people to whom a lifestyle comes naturally are the very rich or the exceptionally famous. Everyone else is just trying to hardscrabble an existence about which they don’t feel an unendurable level of shame.
crys in poor
From my mother, I learned that beauty was armor. From my teenage friends, I learned that femininity was junk. They were both right.
I suppose that's both true and a lie at the same time
It was all up to him, you see, whether he lived or died. It was his body, his choice.
HIS 👏body 👏HIS 👏choice👏
almost all mammals will eat their own if driven to it, but only about fifteen hundred species naturally gravitate to cannibalism.
wait fr bc eww
Our female friends, the close ones, are the mini-breaks we take from the totalitarian work it requires to keep up the performance of being female.
What is heaven but the hope for righteous acknowledgment, and what is hell but the fear of discovery.
Profoundly conflicted right now
