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Me? Jealous of a stuffed animal? Well, maybe a little. I love the daydream feel of her expression. Almost mistakable for disinterest until you see the glimmer of thought beneath. Speaking of daydreams, I don’t think there’s much to be said here. Just look and let the mind wander.
I think we need to take a moment (I’ll be taking ten… thousand) to appreciate these. I’ve really never been able to get over them and I’d probably kick myself if I ever did. I don’t know entirely what does it but it feels like I just ran a marathon. I suppose it’s simply Alycia.
Beautiful flower, how they’ve wilted you so. Shaded the light you never feared to show.
Fears and doubts will always be outshone by your courage and hope. Your tears forever shrouded by your smile. You’ve done more than most in your shoes ever could, ever would. #AlyciaOurQueen
I’d say “third time’s a charm” but all three posts were pretty charming, weren’t they? Looks like Alycia chose the best for last, for good measure of course. She’s surreal, the peak. The person who’s set the bar so unbelievably high, and only she can leap over it so effortlessly.