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

Trying to keep the colors soft. Had to exercise some restraint 😂