Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
She's no beauty, mate
Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.
Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it
It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, 'That one there- she's a fraud, Look how she doesn't fit at all.
I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.