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what wert thou, dream-Alice, in thy foster-father's eyes? how shall he picture thee? loving, first, loving and gentle: loving as a dog (forgive the prosaic simile, but I know no earthly love so pure and perfect), and gentle as a fawn: then courteous — courteous to all, high or low, grand or grotesque, king or caterpillar, even as though she were herself a king's daughter, and her clothing of wrought gold: then trustful, ready to accept the wildest impossibilities with all that utter trust that only dreamers know; and lastly, curious — wildly curious, and with the eager enjoyment of life that comes only in the happy hours of childhood, when all is new and fair, and when sin and sorrow are but names — empty words signifying nothing!

-lewis carroll

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just another magical magnetic stranger.
i am everything you want me to be.
and i am nothing.

YOU DONT KNOW ME.


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age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
her infinite variety: other women cloy
the appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
where most she satisfies; for vilest things
become themselves in her: that the holy priests
bless her when she is riggish.

-shakespeare
from anthony and cleopatra