"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air"
Welcome to my blog, where I dwell over my feelings towards my obsessions.
ofwgblake:
“There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
thegestianpoet:
“dutch baroque” i think u mean “a group of people looking at you as if you just personally insulted their mom”
