we'll meet where ravens fly

in 2020 I’m going feral for REAL I’m going to LOOK like SHIT and I’m going to INDUGLE in my FEARS AND PASSIONS 

boys born after 1810 don’t know how to cook. all they know is Romantic poetry, consumption, dueling, massive sleeves and lie

You don’t have to smile at men when they smile. You don’t have to wave at men when they wave. You don’t have to thank men when they compliment you. You don’t have to even acknowledge men when they compliment you. You don’t have to move out of the way for men on the sidewalk. You don’t have to add men back on social media. You don’t need to keep men on social media. You can block any man’s number for any reason at all. You can drop your male friends that add any amount stress or uncomfortableness to your life, even if its minimal. You can spit at a man’s feet. You can punch any man you see. You can run over men with your car. You can throw a man off a tall building. You can catfish men on tinder to sell their organs. You can devour a man while he still lives. You can ritually sacrifice men to Aphrodite. You can drain all the blood out of a man’s body. You can feed men to wolves or sharks. 

Blue Hour. Nya Gatbel photographed by Cecile Smetana Baudier for Vogue.it, October 26, 2018.