Jan 22 -
I don’t know why we invent patriarchal figureheads in the sky. Vindictive Gods who cast judgement on us, an invisible tyranny who controls our lives, our sex, who creates war and hate.
When the truth is - our origins are the stars. Our bodies are made of cosmic dust. And we’re all the same.
To me, the reality is far more beautiful than the myth.
(via pldiyom)
feral feminist, hopeless romantic, sleep-talking, day dreaming artist. this is my aesthetic playground. my website
