You love the feeling of the wood between your fingers, the colors falling onto the page. You love the scent of the paint, smearing it onto the canvas, blending and stirring. You love the way the words ring out after you've written them, the way they send shivers up your spine.
Go out, go forth, create!
The world is filled with destruction, with hatred, with malice,
A girl who likes to love and live and laugh and sing and dance and wear glitter and stay up too late and watch movies and read and write and eat ice cream and travel and shop and design and wear mismatched socks...this is her adventure.
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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
"Happiness only real when shared"
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" "