A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
A poem about how women are tired of waiting around like princesses in a tower. Be kick-ass and most of all, be you. :D <3
(Inspired by International Women's Day.)
This poem holds different perceptions within, interpret it the way you want, hope you guys enjoy this 💜❤🐯🐯😁😁 ©
Set me free.
Late-night confessions #2
3 little pigs ring a bell?
She is sweet as sin, but sour for the soul.
Lack of boundaries is the dream tale.
Are things better up in the clouds?
based off of the song september by earth wind and fire.
We rise from sleep, we rise from a fall, we rise from agony.
What if you grew a pair of wings, marvellous, pristine wings, this instant?
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