pressed flowers
she had heard too many stories of people being broken and bent like wire, so she became a violet pressed between yellow pages of a well-worn book.
she had heard too many stories of people being broken and bent like wire, so she became a violet pressed between yellow pages of a well-worn book.
Poems consisting of small phrases and peculiar words mashed together and can be whatever you want of them. Take care of them, let them spread like a wild fire and the whole fire departments sick. (Most of my pictures are of my besties from the westies and many theatrical productions with makeup and the grandest of co...
A blacksmith's apprentice who would be a knight. The heir to the throne, at death's door. One woman who would save them both, if she could... Charlotte was number sixty-four in the second group of young, hopeful maidens intended to meet the Prince at a grand ball in his honor. That introduction was not to be. She retu...