“When people start calling pretty people cute, it devalues the word. I mean, what’s next? Cute exotic people? Cute sexy people? It is important that cute remain precise terminology for those of us who truly have cuteness, like me.”
This is how I picture Beth going off to battle the glymera. Head held high, gaze unwavering, she doesn’t need to be armed to the teeth to make them cower in their seats; her confidence leaves no room for confusion. She’s making sure they know damn well who they’re gonna have to deal with if they try to overthrow her hellren. This is Queen Beth.
Às vezes, o amor começava com uma atordoante paixão e depois se aprofundava com a amizade; às vezes, começava com uma profunda amizade e surpreendia todo mundo -especialmente os dois “melhores amigos” -com um repentino fogo romântico. De qualquer modo, o amor parece ser, a um só tempo, predestinado a milagres.