O heart, such disorganization!
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.
I want to be silverly beautiful.
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.