This morning I was sitting up in bed with a pot of tea and a hot water bottle, because I’m menstruating, for the first time in five years. 299 more words
There’s something … cathartic, about shredding books.
Not the kind of books fascist/religious extremists get all hot and bothered over, but the kind that’s been gathering dust under my desk since I realized there was no way I was ever going to inflict them on anyone else. 209 more words