his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.

I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

I was born in 1991, and Harry Potter came out in 97, so, you know, I was really obsessed. I used to read them in one night.

I'm often daydreaming and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.