KP

friend: why are men like this 

Stop calling me “someone’s daughter”. I’m someone. That should be enough reason not to hurt me.

The planet is fine. The people are fucked.

As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken pieces of sculptures and ruined statues of gods.

[…] Woolf fought for her work and fought for her sex, when she laid claim to Sappho as a great poet and argued against a society that hoxes women. Hox is a racing word: it means to hamstring a horse not so brutally that she can’t walk but cleverly so that she can’t run. Society hoxes women and pretends that God, Nature or the genepool designed them lame.