radical feminist. writer. gemini trash. 🧠
All Eyes On Me
Wakin' up in the morning, thinkin’ about so many things… I begged my brain to let it be a dream. Trying to figure a way through the damp feeling of incessant mortification that loomed ahead of me, and now trickled down my legs. Though it was impossible. I had made my puddle and now I had to play in it.