"The first person to tell me I was beautiful was definitely my mother, she said that a lot. Especially when I felt the least bit beautiful. My mother always said I was really beautiful and I finally believed her at some point." [x]
go outside today, breathe some fresh air, do your kegels, drink some water, wear sunscreen, smile at yourself when you look in the mirror, dab some castor oil on your edges, pet a dog, tell someone you really appreciate them being here, love each other, love yourselves!!!!!
you want to eat meout. right. what does it taste likeyou want to eat me right outof these jeans & into somethinga little cheaper. more digestible.more bite-sized. more thank youcome: i am greasyfor you. i slick my hair with msgevery morning. i’m bad for you.got some red-light district betweenyour teeth. what does ittaste like: a takeout boxbetween my legs.plastic bag lady. flimsy white forkto snap in half. dispose of me.taste like dried squid. lips puffywith salt. lips brimmingwith foreign so call mepork. curly-tailed obscenitybeen playing in the mud. dirty meat.worms in your stomach. give youa fever. dead meat. butchered girlchopped up & cradledin styrofoam. you candid cannibal.you want me bite-sizedno eyes clogging your throat.but i’ve been watchingfrom the slaughterhouse. ever sinceyou named me edible. tossed ina cookie at the end. lucky man.go & take what’s yours.name yourself archaeologist butlisten carefullyto the squelches inyour teeth & hear my sow squealscream murder betweenmolars. watch salt awakenwrithe, synapse.watch me kickback to life. watch me tentacles& teeth. watch meresurrected electric.what does ittaste like: revengesquirming alive in your mouthstrangling you quietfrom the inside out.
Eartha Kitt performing in Las Vegas, 1955