C'est moi, la tortue.

I believe in the divine right of mangoes.

I believe it's every dolphin for himself.

I believe in a thing called Chicky.

I believe in the power of dark chocolate on a weak soul.

I believe in owl post.

I believe, in a bag of carrots, there is the capacity to have at least one carrot worthy of the Queen of Sheba's lips.

I believe in the attractive forces of soft fabric and vibrant patterns.

I believe in the forces of galaxy eyes and sweet days spent rolling in the grass.

I believe in hot curlers.

I believe that good writing is possible in this age of teenybopper vampire romance and other such weepy fluff.

I believe in secrets.

I believe that stars are really just big molten pieces of rock, but through abstracting them they can mean

so much more.