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.)
Trying to employ a little Tennyson.
Beauty lies bereft and bound it cries for help but utters no sound 🍂
You only know what dark and light are if you hold them against each other.
Just let down your hair (song)
(she will come for all of them)
If fairytale characters were under arrest, what would it be for?
With every child's nightmare, there is an element of truth...
This is the second part to my very first piece, Awakening! See how Hannatine tries to interact with her sister, Corinth.
On February 17th, 2018, I went to the tailor. Presented in the view of my little sister.
There once was a girl in a faraway land.
When the glass slipper fits...