August 26, 2010

symbiotic destruction

My father was a crocodile. My mother was a plover. And I was a baby in a basket, that didn't quite make it down the Nile.


  1. Yet as an adult,you climbed out of the muddy, choking reeds. You found a shower, even though you had never seen one before. You searched for love, and ways to rewrite the rules taught to you underwater, even though you didn't know what to do, just what to not do. You've made it, sweet VK. And you are fighting. Don't give up dear. Don't ever fucking give up. <3