All hills are silent if you think about it
I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on the walls
‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad
Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not
But at best I can say I’m not sad
soft titties & fresh fruit energy
consent through fear is not consent
let’s repeat that again:
consent through fear is not consent
And while we’re at it:
consent through guilt is not consent either
Asking until you get the desired response is not consent.