Raw

Raw. Its many definitions, the word itself–so short, simple, the crude gaping of the mouth–have fascinated me for ages. The sense of being natural, unrefined, gritty. It’s the grit that you can sink your teeth into. Pretty polished things don’t take kindly to teeth marks.

Raw is what you get when you strip away all the crap like proper grammar, ironed clothing, fear of saying how you feel–being afraid to feel at all. It’s how you were before you were taught to hold your fucking tongue.

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