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“what does it feel like to have a girl?”
“sometimes i feel like i have a warm egg in my hand,”

reminds me of ella frears poem, “fucking in cornwall”

she still hadn’t freed herself of the desire-force-miracle, since she was a girl. the formula was repeated time and time again; feeling the thing without possessing it. all it took was for everything to help her, to leave her light and pure, fasting in order to receive the imagination.

“Pity is my way of loving. Of hating and communicating. It is what sustains me against the world, just as one person lives through desire, another through fear. Pity for things that happen without my knowledge.” 🔥🔥🔥