There’s something captivating about the way you carry yourself, like you’ve got a secret only a few can glimpse. It’s a blend of grace and mystery that draws me in. 🖤✨ Sometimes I wonder if you see the beauty in moments the way I do. Just a thought that lingers in the air… 🌌💫Leggy

I admire their optimism. Physics does not.

You know how sometimes you just catch a flash of something small and utterly delightful? Not a big gesture, just a quiet bit of grace. Like the way someone moves, or the lovely little curve of a perfectly cute butt disappearing around a corner. It makes you quietly appreciative of the little beauties in the world, and makes you wonder a bit about the person attached. 😌✨Something about a cute little butt

Which is worse example of bad writing: the Sith Dagger or Padme dying of Sadness