“Sorry, aunty, sorry” she squeezed into her seat defeatedly.
“There will be hearts in high places, in dark places, in the light
but they will not stop my own from beating.”
/Hold on to me, ’cause I’m a little unsteady/
For everyone who has been told that they were less than perfect, who has imposed or had standards of beauty imposed on them. As I like to believe, FAT = Feeling Awesome Today.
So yes, I am FAT. I hope you’re FAT too.
Sorry I am not mine to love.
Who have we built us up to be?
Was going to post this under the pen-name Adele so I can go “hello, it’ s me” in an imagined dramatic revelation. [image cr: Molly Matalon retrieved from berlin-artparasites] Folded in the drawer. My clothes no longer have your scent. Your scent lingers on me Can I download it to remember? Vacuumed every inch it…
[Edit: This piece of prose was previously shared on my other site as an experimental piece. Despite it being unceremoniously labeled as a “huh is this fanfiction”, I’ve decided to merge the content since this blog is all about me jkjk, but because I’m bolstered by the love I’ve received for my previous words. No…