| i'm claire. i am nothing more and nothing less than girl who’s searching for the answers. i’m learning a little at a time how to love and be loved. i am becoming a better person. i have people who keep me sane and keeping me moving forward. it is both because of them, and for them that I try to love. you may see whatever you like in me. but know that i will not change to fit your standards. i fill my life with rainy days and too sweet cakes. i surround myself with people that I care for and that care for me. and with them, I am starting to find happiness. |
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amelie.Her small heart-shaped face was delicately boned in that soft way that made all of her features seem fragile. It almost evoked the sensation that even the slightest brush of fingers against her skin would shatter the finespun bones. Her eyes were large and tilted slightly in faint feline imitation, with luminous blue irises hidden beneath a shadow of thick dark lashes. Set below those gems was the petite slope of her nose, slightly upturned in such a way that her entire face was given a slightly regal quality. Her mouth was small with full lips in a deep shade of vermilion, resembling a summer strawberry. Her skin was a porcelain of the utmosamelie.
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- Personal Quote: "i've got sound in my blood and colors in my brain."
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