The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?
Anna Dressed in BloodI don't believe in miracles, but if the need is great, a girl might make her own miracle.
All the Truth That's in MeI don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.
Isla and the Happily Ever AfterNow it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.
The Immortal HighlanderIt's not how I take tragic news but how I make tragic views that unscrews me.
If the mind fits, shrink it.If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.
Joy SchoolI just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.
The Space BetweenMoving on should be a required high school class because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.
Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses