Other people are not medicine.
How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.
It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.
There is no shame in being hungry for another person.
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side.
There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more