#ofinfinitestars

       “--Are you alright?”

pitch perfect meme: accepting.

      “–Beautiful? Can I have whatever you’ve been smoking?”

                        He doesn’t recall ever being called beautiful. Even as a child, his mind                        is devoid of that compliment he hears so often. What a beautiful baby                        boy you have! He’d always been a little ugly– a nose too crooked, lips                        too thin, eyebrows too thick– and no one had ever once complimented                        his appearance. He didn’t even have the luck of being born with a pair                        of beautiful eyes. His were the most boring shade of brown he’d ever                        seen. The ‘amazingly scary ear spike’ was maybe the only interesting                        thing about his appearance, and perhaps if he wore glasses, his nose                        would be a little less of a distraction when people were talking to him.

          He’s heard of a woman’s glow before-- in reference               to warm cheeks and a smile upon full lips-- but this isn’t               at all normal, is it? The glow he’s familiar with is the kind               of glow that radiates warmth and color, but this woman’s               glow is almost cold, white and shimmering. He thinks, at               first, that he might be dreaming, and that the touch of her               hair as she passes by him is part of his imagination, but               then he remembers what he’s heard about this side of               the wall. Another world, they’d said. Could it be t r u e?