flowersofzephyr

He was the first person I had met who made me enjoy conversation, in the same irrational and sensuous way I enjoyed coffee or loud music.

You claim you haven't done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you?

"It's funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, 'I want to go home.' But then you come home, and of course it's not the same. You can't live with it, you can't live away from it. And it seems like from then on there's always this yearning for some place that doesn't exist. I felt that. Still do. I'm never completely at home anywhere."

You will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.

Women and monsters have a lot in common [...]. They are both outcasts; alienated, derided and feared by society. They are biological freaks with bodies that transgress and fluctuate, and they are both threats to male power.

But here we go!

My first article on substack.

About the queen without a crown or a fortress, who ruled the battlefield from a Peepal tree.

I know that I have died before- once in November, once in June. How strange to choose June again.

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.