Vulnavia Fangbangs

“She didn’t know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn’t know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.”
― Michelle Tea, Valencia

“In a field. With the moon.
And the dark. And the dirt.
With your mouth. And just one word:
god god god.”
― Daphne Gottlieb, 15 Ways to Stay Alive

“In Los Angeles, everything is 100% organic, except the people.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero.”
― Kris Kidd