lie awake.

so i guess it's like some fucked up unfortunate fairy tale where the raven-haired maiden has the apple, or ten apples or ten thousand. it's like i've actually come to embody hermia, my poorly played part in a high school version of midsummer. or perhaps it's the manifestation of snow white...and i've been it--pure, actually and unbelievably pure--from the beginning. and as luck would have it [and luck, luck would ALWAYS have it], the first picture on google image search is of snow white... holding an apple. fuck.

i wish i could write better about this.