What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? 
We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. 
We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. 
That was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. 
When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something from it anyway. 




my 14 year old self thrived on this app, screw oxygen.