I'm with the dirty mouth girls. The ones with bare feet, brilliant minds, messy hair, wild hearts and feisty spirits. The ones who aren't afraid to speak up and who live for doing what they've been told is impossible.
Before you leave, please know this; I'd rather be the girl whose name dies at your lips every time you try to speak of me, than a girl you tell stories about at partiea. What I'm saying is this, darling. I'd rather be your absinthe, than your cup of tea.