ok so, i’m entering into what the medical field calls “the follicular phase” which means i pretty much want to have sex and eat chocolate and read violent books from urban outfitters.
i can’t help but feel like the menstrual cycle is some cruel trick played upon the body.
can’t i just frolic nude in a field and read books about faeries and jesus without having to deal with any of the profane reality of the disgusting and awful human form?
why lord, why? why hast thou forsaken me?
you guys ever see that movie “ginger snaps” where the teen girl goes through menarche and she turns into a werewolf and starts fucking boys and eating roaming neighborhood animals just for fun?
relatable tbh
anyways bye
hospital vespers 