I feel like I'm finally ready to commit to something, to being a person again.
Every new piercing feels like a means of defying all of the people that denied me the privilege of being myself.
Talking to my mum is like when you click on a ''22 things about....." post and it turns out to be a slideshow.
If you can learn to pronounce Nietzsche, Delevingne, Schwarzenegger, Kierkegaard and Björk, you can sure as hell learn how to say my name.
Maybe it's because I have this catastrophic need to give everything a back story and therefore cannot accept things in their presented form.
My 11-year-old cousin: 'My school gives pen licenses. If you have bad handwriting, you can get points on your license & get it taken away.'
If someone turns it around on you, remember that the hand they use to point at you is always attached to their own arm.
And then they tell you that God owns your body so you can't even feel settled in your skin.
Sometimes I feel like the air is being vacuumed out of my body and my organs are being compressed.