All adventurous women do

romance is dead, lets bury the body together

I always wondered as a girl if Alice climbed down that rabbit hole willingly, or if she slipped on its crumbling edge and felt herself unwillingly falling towards madness. That's a lot of what falling in love with someone you know you shouldn't feels like, perched on the edge, watching the hole grow wider and longer until it swallows you whole. Maybe she chose to go, perhaps she leaped bravely like a chick from the nest, knowing that Wonderland would be her greatest adventure. Sometimes when I get drunk at parties, I pretend I'm her. I'm on a fabulous adventure with the white rabbit, running from the Red Queen and stealing from the smoking caterpillar. When the haze fades, I remember who I really am, and that Alice never had to face her ex-boyfriend at the bar (should've been one of Hercules' 12 trials).

this is me if you even care

Chloë Sevigny you will always be famous