I glance back at him before looking at my jeans I'm wearing, "I dislike these jeans. They're too tight. And this shirt is too big on me. My mom seriously needs to get my sizes right. It's sad."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind