i believe that if you think you can, you can. we will all prevail. eventually.
“She was graceful as a ballerina, poised on her toes, as though ready to leap. I thought of a beautiful cat, long and slender, ready to pounce. And I thought of a woman, on the edge of a cliff, ready to leap, to throw herself into oblivion. Her neck was long and smooth, like the calm surface of a placid lake. Her arms and legs were long, slender, and pale. Her voice was high and tinkling, like the soft, silvery clamoring of a small, icy stream, babbling away unheard in the middle of the dense magical forest. Her eyes were so blue, it was like looking into the wide expanse of an open Arizona sky. Her hair and lashes were the blackest black with the barest hint of blue, like a night sky devoid of stars and moon. Her skin was all cream off the top of a bottle, pale and milky white and perfectly smooth and unblemshed. She was beautiful, like a Sidhe. I hope that nothing ever happens to hurt her heart, which is just as beautiful, untouched, and pure as she is.
She shone like a star, bright, pure, and beautiful. In her hand-made dress, pretty like it was bought from the best name brand, she stood proud, as proud as anybody. As proud as Princess Di, or as Angelina Jolie, and a hundred times prettier. She sang her heart out, like there was nothing but her voice left. She spun and twirled like she had been dancing all her life, and sang better than anyone. I smiled, as proud of her as she seemed to be of herself. And I didn’t think she was concieted- not at all. She had every right to be proud. She got where she was by herself. She made herself. And not only did she manage to do that, but she helped others along the way. I loved this girl, and always will.” Untitled- JmR
