When they ask me what excites me in life, I think it over and I realize my only interest is in human beings. In an exhibit, in a film, in a book, I’m always looking for stories, stories of lives, those that have a person as their core. Clémence Poésy
proud of them.
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"You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actualy talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, "Not bad. They’re okay." And then you get to know them and their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful." -Amy Pond
She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all!