we live under a fascist capitalist patriarchal regime. all of my pics r of me getting fucked… by the system
Upon accidentally striking you on the head
I cleaned up the blood and waited for you to come back
When you awoke you saw nothing but stars
Which I convinced you were my eyes
You could say nothing but slurred words
Which I convinced you meant you loved me
You could hear nothing but dull ringing
Which I convinced you was
For someone recovering from a head injury
But you could feel everything
You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she’s beautiful, she’ll think you’re sweet, but she won’t believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding. And sometimes that’s enough.
But there’s a better way. you show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you… Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn’t seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen."