Nov 21, 2024
i can't handle this anymore..
real girls. we need real girls.
girlhood is dirt, frayed lace, stains in denim. girlhood is rancid and beautiful all at once. it is morbid, yet soft.
it's God's rage bottled up in a babydoll.
girlhood is chipped nail polish, teardrops on notebook paper. it's scribbling all over trying to get your pen to work.
it's blood. lots of blood.
it's not being able to stand your mother, but protecting her with all you have.
it's endless waves of forgiveness.
it's so dark that it's vividly vibrant.
it's real. it's raw.
it's the expression of divinity.
