“Your problem,” the doctor began, laying down his stethoscope “Is in being too real.”
The carriage clock on his desk chimed nine. “Your heart-aches, the dreams, memory loss, the peculiar sensation of moths in your lungs can all be attributed to this cause.”
I pinched my cheeks, rolling my tounge around the cavern of mouth. That [...]

Noone ever forgives us for changing. They want us to be constant as the wind and always wear the same colours but we’re not meant to be that way. We’re supposed to be a little different each morning when we wake up and I think it’s our dreams that do it. Last night I was [...]

Sometimes I wish I were blonde, with thistle down hair that floats on the breeze and wispy brows, and lashes that are barely there. There is something so fragile about pale skin, pale hair, lilac unicorns made in to girls against their will.
Then I remember all the brave, proud brunettes. I remember Wendy and Dorothy [...]