Victoria. 18. England.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
"In my memories, I am fearless. A fearless little girl with wild hair who loved to hang from trees and run full speed into the lake in the morning. Who only slowed down to read. I trust these memories most of all."