Even in the rain there are butterflies

The Voice in my Head

Fat. Fat. Fat.

That’s the word in my head with every step I take.

Fat. Fat. Fat.

As I force myself to walk fastee than everyone else in the city streets…faster than that girl who looks like a model…faster…

Fat. Fat. Fat.

And listen to that word over and over and over…I do not silence it…why dont I just tell it to shut the fuck up? Why…

Fat. Fat. Fat.

haidaspicciare:

"L’imbalsamatore" (Matteo Garrone, 2002).