"Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns"

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.