She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
one of my favorite lines from my favorite book. stargirl by jerry spinelli.
this book is my inspiration.
well, one of them.
i really hope that people will look back and remember me as that girl that always did exactly what she wanted.
who never cared about what others thought of her.
who only did what she wanted to do, to make herself happy.
that girl who was herself every minute of everyday.
i hope that's me when i grow up.
nah, let's face it. i'll never grow up[:
i hope that's me now[:
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