monsters under my bed. they look like you when you're mad. I like the way they look. but I can't stand you. especially when you're sweet. I already have a toothache. sickly sweet.
"Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.” ~ Nikita Gill
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