It’s vulnerability, silly. Helplessness. The feeling of cleansing you by defiling you. And so much more.
Your tears soften you and diminish you, and you’re lovelier when you’re weak and small.
It’s vulnerability, silly. Helplessness. The feeling of cleansing you by defiling you. And so much more.
Your tears soften you and diminish you, and you’re lovelier when you’re weak and small.