I bite my lip and take a chance, not caring if she kills me later, "Jackie loves Nic!" I yell at the top of my lungs, her looking at me before swallowing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard