“I imagine innocence starting out as one of those well-built houses of cards - thin, yet enormous pyramids of layered paper standing still after hours of stacking and sweating. The first time I’d ever built one, all I wanted to do was watch it fall - and I did. Those rectangular pieces of paper spotted with black and red flew everywhere. It seems to be a curious sort of thing, wanting to build something then knock it down. The same went for my innocence. Think about it - you spend all that time trying to be ‘good’, and you get to be fourteen years old and a lit match looks differently than it did a year ago.”— Morgan Platt
I wonder what ever happened to you, MP, I hope you’re happy
