I smile, "Well. I'm from a place. I have black hair, blue eyes. One younger sister. Umm..." I shrugged, "I'm 5'5"." I shrugged again. "Nothing much about me."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He nods. "Well, I'm from a place too. I have a younger brother, just by a year or so, and he's getting married soon." He says. "He's seventeen, but doesn't see marriage this young as throwing his life away."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
