there are adolescent girls who, instead of dressing up in frilly costumes and riding to the sunset their hair flowing wild, hide in the attic reading edgar allan poe and crime scene depictions.
there are ripening girls who build their soundscapes around faerie dreams and wild yelps.
there are grown girls who find the boxes surrounding them tangible and mutilating, but fight back with redefinitions and the full strength of their mind.
wednesday night i relived 20 years of what a life as a girl like that can be.
|pic courtesy of tori.|
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