Pretty, some say I am. They are likely lying. What has "prettiness" got me? Except bruises on my thighs, fondlers, and stalkers.
I was asked: "What does it feel like, to be in love?"
there’s nothing worse than when the person you think is extraordinary thinks they’re less than ordinary.
I turn up the music to drown out the sound The sound of your mocking voice
Tiny bits of the pull of our heart strings that are hard to ignore.
Pretty, some say I am. They are likely lying. What has "prettiness" got me? Except bruises on my thighs, fondlers, and stalkers.
I was asked: "What does it feel like, to be in love?"
there’s nothing worse than when the person you think is extraordinary thinks they’re less than ordinary.
I turn up the music to drown out the sound The sound of your mocking voice
Tiny bits of the pull of our heart strings that are hard to ignore.