r o s e l i a

there are gremlins in my brain that itch to escape. this is where i put them

[otherwordlyvoid]

She was angry at how quickly, how self-sufficiently, men could undress. She was angry at seeing a man naked; angry at how, even disrobed, their bodies took up more space than a woman's. Angry at they had something between their legs instead of a vast emptiness through which was the only reason for women’s existence.