Red let out a groan as she woke up, blinking at the ceiling. She was still dressed in yesterday's paint-splattered jeans and tank top, and honestly, she wasn't really self-conscious enough about it to bother changing too much. She sighed, pushing off the covers that were only really half on the bed, grabbing a random flannel shirt out of the closet, pulling it on over her tank top without bothering to button it. She started to head downstairs, already having woken up late and really just hoping she could grab something to eat quickly.
“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”
It is ironic that I wrote the word irony without any irony being implied.
But it is also Ironic that I wrote the word irony without any irony being implied because it is ironic that I wrote the word irony without any Irony being implied, so irony IS being implied.
Just broke your mind didn't I?