Out on the moors, The lonely moors, I roll around in sheep poo. Heathcliff, it's youuuuu, I hate you, I love you tooooo. Let me in, I'm here, it's meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look out of your windooooow.

What in the name of Hitler's panties and matching bra set was she talking about?

And that's when it fell off in my hand

My cousin Georgia says that boys are like gazelles. She says the get alarmed when they get close to girls. And they have to leap off into the woods like gazelles in trousers. Or have I just made that up?

This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?

I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you don’t have to make any sense at all. Or maybe I’ll be a bloke, they don’t have to make sense either.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.