Pluton n’est plus une planète.
Vie d’adulte
What I love is to bleed words. I love when they hurt, when the pain is unbearable, when I can’t hold them back anymore, when my hands itch because they want to ease my pain. I love vomiting words, I love vomiting my reality to the point of abdominal pain. I love my words to be a part of me I carried for a while and then give birth to.