I need feminism because I was told not to report my sexual assault because “it would ruin the boy’s life.”
I need feminism because I get called a ‘feminazi’ despite 70% of my family getting gassed in the second world war.
3:00 AM + Mobile phone + Filters + Boredom = THIS
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
Me being honest…?
In the Flesh.
Vogue Italia September 2000, Starry Evening Ideas by Deborah Turbeville