She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Some days are solely meant for silent late night drives, exchanging stories with your closest friends across the bonfire and waking up at 3 pm. Some days are solely meant for adventures with the people you love.”
— Juansen Dizon