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La Prima Victoria

04/28/2026 14:58h
She expects nothing but to witness our lives and find kindness and why shouldn’t she but for the boiling water my partner spills on my arm and the FUCK'S SAKE that escapes my mouth now the snout of the spitting mammal in me. If there’s a craft to the failing of simple expectations, I have mastered it and majestically—but when there’s something that must be said, it must be said, Lispector says of a woman entering an empty room and finding a version of herself so dark it makes her pause and really see it, how she’s no better than the cockroach in her closet and so she eats it.