the realisation that your male friends that you confided in are just as misogynistic as the “other men” that they shit on will shatter you as a woman. just on a random tuesday afternoon you will hear them talk and you’ll be like.. oh.. wait…
golden retriever bf is not a real person, rather the manifestation of subconscious psychosexual obsessions, all women fantasise about neutering him, shooting him in the head & euthanising him at will,
The goal of my life is to buy a huge and beautiful haveli in some remote and faraway village, with lots of trees and plants, fill it with books, poetry, classical music and love and warmth and live there for the rest of my days. Is that too much to ask for?
I swear, I end up
feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to
sink his teeth in?