What You Want Can Be Yours. But

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.

We Create The Illusions We Need To Go On.

Adina Appealed To The Sky. "we Asked For Rescue And You Sent Us Incompetent Rockstar Pirates With A Broken Ship And Perfect Abs?" "thank You, God," Petra Said.

They See Her Differently Now, As Somebody. And Isn't That What Everyone Wants? To Be Seen?

Beauty, Grace, And Charm My Foot. It's A School For Sadists With Good Tea-serving Skills.