Molly Zofia


Photo by Molly Zofia By Molly Zofia I filled my heart through my nose, When I was nineteen years old, And so concerned with Piling my soul with a  Chemical lightness. All the while, I weighed myself, On the tipping scales of  Tentative womanhood and  Fragmented trepidation, Urging myself to  Borrow comfort from the  Familiarity… Continue reading IFuckingHateMyDad