I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. — when I feel his eyes on me staring as I sit at my table, or staring as I enter from a walk; I would rather take an orangepeeler…

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nowhere to Go but Down

Last night i scaled a tower being built as I went up in its elevator. when the door opened it revealed a single-tile floor, leaving space for two feet. — a passenger in the lift, remarked Anxiously, “this building is made entirely of books, how unsafe.” the other [testing the tile with a foot] Depressingly…

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a Doctor about a patient

“Her body just stopped working” the doctor continued, “Sometimes, when you’ve got bad enough depression and anxiety, your intestines grow in on themselves and kill you slowly.” “It doesn’t really matter what kind of lifestyle you decide to take or what kind of precautionary levels you strive to uphold, you will inevitably die of -excruciatingly-…

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gut knots

Before you get ahead of yourself, it isnt unusual for me to tie my insides in knots preparing for a chase. Do not mistake my lack of ease over -you as over-inflated self-grandeur. My body has -always reacted to interacting with it’s outside world like the impending attack of a lion. — Symptom

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tightly woven

he’s got these women he weaves in and out like shift work. never touching, always brushing forces Uncommunicably; filling the gaps his miserable lonliness awake he can’t bare to face. son of god, trapped on that fabricated temple of entertainment, never wanting to be bothered on your time. says it’s easier to fall asleep with…

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