Finding Violence, The Threads Of My Memory, And Being Objectified
I am a wild, illogical being. I’m not better or worse than any other person, but like all people—I’m unique.
I am a wild, illogical being. I’m not better or worse than any other person, but like all people—I’m unique.
I think they must have molded you out of stardust, out of luminescent grains of heavenly sand.