"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars." 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Seventeen years old ― A shy girl who somehow finds that she talks too much with the right people. I love things that smell nice (roses, perfume, candles, etc.) and one day ― one glorious day in the future ― I will conquer the miracle that is baking.

   
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