My Derring-do Allows Me To

I'm Not The Queen. I'm Not A Huge Superstar; I Don't Get Paparazzi Around Me.

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are To Hearts.

I've Always Said I Don't Want To Have Kids. I Don't Want A Kid At All, But I Do Like Reverse-engineering Myself; Managing And Parenting Myself.