powdered-sugar, a palm reading powdered sugar poet.

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she was a maiden fair, a bloom in spring. her essence, a melody that makes hearts sing.

📜: less miserables by victor hugo.

“cosette, in her seclusion, like marius in his, was all ready to take fire. destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion, these two souls which held love as two clouds hold lightning, and which were to meet and mingle in a glace like clouds in a flash.

the power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. the rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

at that particular moment when cosette unconsciously looked with this glance which so affected marius, marius had no suspicion that he also had a glance which affected cosette.”

twas the day we roam’d the adamantine theatre, oating in diamond halls, we knew of a kind ballet, where strings hit the low’st note they could play, my attention then was drawn to three others, whose feet and strings render’d as two; in classical prowess, wonder, a backdrop of white and blue.

as a ballerina jump’d to touch heavens gates, i did watch patiently, and so do you with me, wait for her swift feet to touch downward on earthly weight; and each string swung on the edge, as did my heart, and so did my ears and taste, trace paths on a usual strait, and so did you, eagerly bear witness to such an art.

and so did i think with myself and debate, i wonder’d if you’ve ever wonder’d, why the dancers leap forward rather backward? my dearing love, let us not mind the quartet or the grecian martyr’s, i say, we dare to wonder, because if they leapt backward, they would collide with their partners!

📜: i wrote a letter for you,

the you that had a rough week, the you that seems to be under constant storm clouds, the you that feels invisible, the you that doesnt know how much longer you can hold on, the you that has lost faith, the you that always blames yourself for everything that goes wrong. laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.

trust, even when your heart begs you not to.

twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. frolick, even when you are made fun of. kiss, even when others are watching. sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. run, even when it feels like you can't run any more. always remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now.

and without your experience, you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. what makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. so don't live life in fear. because, you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started. you are incredible. you make this world a little bit wonderful, you have so much potential and so many things left to do, you have time. better things are coming your way, so please hang in there. i know you can do it.

she exudes an air of confidence and sophistication, embodying the essence of a truly chic and formidable woman. in a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a woman of unparalleled beauty and grace. her delicate features, framed by cascading waves of chestnut hair, were often likened to a portrait come to life. her eyes, deep and expressive, mirrored the tranquility of a still lake, drawing everyone into their serene depths. her smile, soft and warm, radiated kindness and tenderness, leaving an indelible impression on all who beheld it.

her demeanor was as gentle as a summer breeze, carrying with it a soothing calmness that seemed to ease the worries of those around her. she moved with an effortless elegance, each step a testament to her innate poise. despite her striking beauty, it was her gentle spirit and nurturing nature that truly endeared her to the villagers. she had a remarkable ability to listen, offering comfort and solace to anyone who sought her counsel, making her a cherished confidant and friend.

her presence was like a balm to the soul, bringing warmth and light to even the dreariest of days. people were naturally drawn to her, captivated not only by her outward beauty but also by the purity of her heart. her kind words and generous deeds rippled through the community, touching the lives of all she encountered. she became a symbol of grace and compassion, admired and beloved by all, a true embodiment of the village’s ideals and hopes.

she was there in the middle of the lake, surrounded by the awestruck swams, a nymph, a real nymph.

submerging her skin like roses in crystalline water. her hips like a flower shrouded by foam seemed to turn golden, bathed by the light coming through the leaves. "oh, i saw lilies, roses, snow, and gold.."