Elizabeth Rosalyn
Hi! I'm Elizabeth Rosalyn. I am a writer from Vancouver, Canada who is passionate about arts & entertainment, technology, and fashion. I imagine a world full of peace, love, music, and magic rainbows on the horizon.

I am a goddess.
A glorious female warrior.
Queen of all that I survey.
Enemies of fairness and equality,
Hear my womanly roar.
YEAH!


"Follow your passion, follow your heart, and the things you need will come."
- Elizabeth Taylor

"Believe in yourself. Work hard.
Never stop hustlin'!"

- Cory Monteith

Now I feel a little bit more back together and I have this blank canvas in front of me, which is what my life can be. There’s something sad about that but also something good, because I will take that blank canvas and make something beautiful out of it.


At ten, she was moreover noisy and wild, hated confinement and cleanliness and loved nothing so well in the world as rolling down the green slope at the back of the house. At fifteen, appearances were mending; she began to curl her hair and long for balls; her complexion improved, her features were softened by plumpness and colour, her eyes gained more animation, and her figure more consequence. Her love of dirt gave away to inclination for finery, and she grew clean as she grew smart. To look almost pretty, is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life, than a beauty from her cradle can ever imagine

At ten, she was moreover noisy and wild, hated confinement and cleanliness and loved nothing so well in the world as rolling down the green slope at the back of the house. At fifteen, appearances were mending; she began to curl her hair and long for balls; her complexion improved, her features were softened by plumpness and colour, her eyes gained more animation, and her figure more consequence. Her love of dirt gave away to inclination for finery, and she grew clean as she grew smart. To look almost pretty, is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life, than a beauty from her cradle can ever imagine

 
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