dumb cunt. in that order.
watch her spirit leave her body.
watch her fall into herself.
take pride in your aim. your precision.
grab a plate.
eat what remains of her.
that is what you do
who are not yours everyday.
i am speaking to men and women, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge.Olivia Laing, “Me, Myself and I” (via larmoyante)