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.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Once upon a time is now.

I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.