![]() "Little poppies, little hell flames, You flicker. I cannot touch you. Sylvia Plath Girl: Interrupted. Unfortunately American. Molly Hooper was the girl who counted. Amy Pond was the girl who waited. I prefer to think of myself as neither a heroine nor a protagonist, but the girl who watched. The girl who frantically scribbled away the details, who observed everything and said not a word. Is that too pretentious? Well, being pretentious is one of my specialties. Along with watching obscure movies, blogging, and binge-watching netflix and crying salty tears while gorging on handfuls of even saltier popcorn. And sometimes I write stuff. |
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