“It took a special kind of guts to be a fuck up as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie. He’ll be a hero, and you’ll… deserve to die”
“Love and Theft” 1997, Courtney Love
right now she's next to me in my bed
[me, flirting] so do you think we consume poetry or poetry consumes us?
I really am built for all the abuse
I want her to pin me down against the bed and slam her fingers into me. I want her to overstimulate me until I'm crying and begging her to stop. I want her to slap my face and pull my hair and then hold me during aftercare. I want her to pull me to her chest and stroke my back. I want her to massage my sore body. I want her to cuddle me until I fall asleep in her arms
i can't wait to be 60 so i can tell my life story in the youtube comments section of my favorite songs