The female experience summarised:

Your underwear draw is running low. You’ve been rummaging around in it for longer than you care to admit.

There are only thongs left in here.

You can’t even remember where you bought some of these.

So you weigh out the options and settle for one that you hope with most certainly will still fit.

You stand up and thread each foot through and slide the string up your legs, the whole way thinking “this is so uncomfortable and it’s not even on yet”

Snap.

Yup.

Confirmed discomfort.

Time to get on with the day but before I start I’ll just catch a glimpse before hand and oooOOOH…

…they look really cute actually.

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One face is named love. The other is named war. The name of the coin is passion — and when you stop looking at which face you're holding, you've left the outcome to chance. We don't think of ourselves as people who wage war. Warmongers

The flasher’s trench coat

A critique. No. I haven't read Hegel. And I know what you're thinking if you have- tugh, she hasn't even read Hegel. (Told you) I've not read Hegel because it's not that his ideas lack value, but because the way

The salmon

A true salmon is immortal till the day it dies. Born to a fresh-water river, it grows then is washed downstream till it hits the ocean. Saltwater infiltrates every cell, burning the fish, reshaping it from within. It then spends years in vast waters, learning everything there is to know

Cultural Inheritance

-Mother My mother has an almost cellular connection to Andalusia. On top of having great taste, she's always drawn to late moorish art and architecture. This woman has been quietly, and often loudly, by my side through thick and thin- Regardless of the ease of our relationship status.

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A Warmonger You Are

The flasher’s trench coat

The salmon

Cultural Inheritance