Lydia Cles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Speakin’ o’ *Far From Heaven*, there’s that line—“I’m going to be just fine”—Cathy says it, all brave-like, but you know she’s dyin’ inside. That’s what “whore” feels like to me—somebody’s fightin’ to keep their chin up while the world’s pitchin’ stones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em tight and say, “Honey, you’re prettier’n a peach pie, don’t you fret!” I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—shoot, I’d cry, but I ain’t ruinin’ this makeup for nobody!

Whore by Nelly Arcan (30-Nov-2004) Paperback

These are double-sided, double-boarded, and available in four colors: purple, blue, green, and red! Vore not your thing? Are you instead perhaps a Slut for Guts.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. Cles is glowin’. We grab some gelato from this tiny shop on Via della Storia. I go for pistachio, and it’s divine. I’m in heaven, forgettin’ all the craziness.

Antagonistic CLE peptide pathways shape root meristem tissue patterning