i’m not like other girls
i was born with glass bones and paper skin
every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms
at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep
if a dude wants to wear a skirt let him wear a skirt what the fuck
Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, somebody like the kind, courageous people in her books. But it occurred to her that talking dragons and princesses with hair long enough to climb, such people would only exist in storybooks.
Alex “Slutdrop" Turner