I feel more than I experience, drink coffee like water, day dream more than I can concentrate, press myself harshly between the pages of a book, make musical escapism an art and I'm still disenchanted; constantly, craving.
Or to keep it simple, I'm Dana and I lean towards the melodramatic.
“I recently went to Comic-Con in London, I was invited without the white male counterpart of my cast. And it was packed. They knew it was just gonna be me. So that shook me. I went back to the green room and I was like… I’ve always been told, and I believed, that this doesn’t work without him.” (x)