Glebe

What if money didn't matter?

For the love of God

It's pouring all over me. Drops? Fuck that, waterfall. (Simply perception; I still got my rainbows.) I'm drenched to the bone. Can't feel it anymore, I'm not scared anymore. I can't take it. I can take it all. (That's how I feel.) Rain down on me Hell Storm. It's kind of nice in the wrath; do you know what it's like to not feel the love of God? I don't. (I don't believe in that.) What's up? I think this is the first time my hands have stopped shaking in months. (I'm staring at them not moving.)

No surrender. For the love of God.

Love/Leave

“He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.”

— Jeanette Winterson