Sex without consent, things they took it lightly, the fact that you prefer to shut your ears and eyes because it’s disgusting and you don’t want to be in any version of that society, blinding with a thick cloth separating you and them- the victim, because you felt that your version sounds better. Sex without consent
Everyone seems to know what we should be and what makes one a woman. Everyone thinks that a woman either physically looks like worn out sheets in burnt out Soho, eye bags decorated on each eye like designer bags in the last seasons. Either you’re in your 30s to 40s; a woman is never measured
He’s a memory Aziera, a beautiful memory but that doesn’t stop you from crawling back to him and that’s okay, it’s normal for some stupid reason. You will and sometimes in random days, you do. You’ll go back. Because you put him as the source of your happiness and now it sucks the life out