Patriarchangel

Maybe women are weak. Or is it just me? I’d rather squeeze a sun through my hips and be able to sleep than cry for years the tears of the Unknown– The Unfair– The Anguish– of the Real World. The Man’s World.

Maybe women are weak. Or is it just me? I’d rather squeeze a sun through my hips and be able to sleep than cry for years the tears of the...