When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

This is going to make such a great story: How I nursed a pirate back to health and my love saved him," Miss Ohio said with a contented sigh. "And then we can have our own reality show about our relationship." - "Beauty Queens

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.

Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

We create the illusions we need to go on.