PU$$Y WABBIT

violentwavesofemotion:

​“You should be here. We should work together—read each other’s work at night—fire each other, keep each other. This is a great crime, this separation.”

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1933

pussywabbit:

to tell me i’m changing in the middle of the night, to tell me my insecurities are eating me alive, to remind me of my humanity, i take a deep breath. how unromantic of you to tell me i am a person! without flowers and without water, you waited until after the bath to spill my tea and tell me i am a person for you, all in ten minutes. can you not feel the tragedy in this? the absolute cruelty? i am a killer when it comes to the truth, for it is only one truth that covers another just like my flesh covering this god-forsaken soul i surround you, a certain heavy smoke and yellow teeth i am not a young child anymore. i have seen the wretched poison of lies and i see my fellow peers agony dripping from their smiles and i am no better than the poets i read when i was a budding youth looking for answers. no. there is no answer. there is barely a conceivable question due to this humanity you dip my head into to remind me i cannot breathe without release i cannot breathe when you remind me of your love for me and the kind of person i am, all ill-fitted clothes and awkward moving fingers i spell out my thoughts as you clean up the spill and i wonder if i will ever love the way a human loves, or am i simply destined for this in between where i love for a spell and then cast a new mood with the new break of dawn? i exhaust myself. i do not go to sleep. the only comfort under the moon and the thought i could be of my soul, less human still.