Look at how beautiful the world is without drugs <3
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Putrid Feminine
There's something so horrifying and putrid about my femininity.
Every time I lean into it, I become a God.
I can't just be pretty, I want to fuck, destroy, possess,
be the centre of attention, be the best.
I want to cut others down with my tongue, persuade with my breasts,
and lather myself in blood to soften my skin.
I want to take a knife and pull myself apart at the seams,
like a cheap pair of stockings yanking each vein out like a loose thread.
I've never understood how to be feminine,
every attempt I make is monstrous, bitter, putrid.
I am holding a lighter up to the wax of myself
trying to reshape myself into something pretty and quaint.
Instead I am just fleshy and pink, writhing and seething.
-H.R.
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menlo park mall, nj - canon demi c & 400 iso color film - developed at eliz digital & scanned with minolta dimage dual iii
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