Nothing In My Life Has

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

And Falling's Just Another Way To Fly.

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

I Was Reading Everything Under The Sun From Music History To Feminist Literature To Shakespeare, Which Is Why I'm Not A Complete Idiot At This Time.

If You're Going To Die, Then Die. If You Are Going To Live, Then Fight.