"[You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.]
Touch me and you’ll burn."
Try me.
This is a torch song.]
Touch me and you’ll burn."
— Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing (poem), by Margaret Atwood (via the-final-sentence)
rachel, ex-collegiate, native seattleite, erstwhile bostonian, momentary parisienne .......bougie shit et al
