It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Jeez, someone needs to push the reset button on this planet.

My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?

The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk to the museum.

...because really, sometimes the irony gods just get drunk.

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.