That movie where the girl is with the guy who she fits perfectly with the whole time, and then right at the end of the film ends up with someone else who may seem perfect, but you can feel the ache of, “WHY?! Nooo! You need to be with your original guy. You two are perfect, not the guy who seems perfect.”
If my vagina was a gun, you would stand for its rights,
You would ride on buses and fight all the fights.
If my vagina was a gun, you would treat it with care,
You wouldn’t spill all its secrets because, well, why go there.
If my vagina was a gun, you’d say what it holds is private
From cold dead hands we could pry, you surely would riot.
If my vagina was a gun, its rights would all be protected,
no matter the body count or the children affected.
songbird: I love it when women speak.
"Nancy & Clyde" photographed by Greta Ilieva and styled by John William for Bullett Magazine
Louis Vuitton Fall/Wint 2013 - Carolyn Murphy & Isabeli Fontana by Steven Meisel, my scan.
Loving this, so evocative.