undimmedmagics
my arm is on fire. help.
there is a craving, deep in my core, more than a hunger. it must be satisfied. and you -- you are the one who can quench this thirst. this flaming passion. I need you to put out this fire.
the cabin in the woods. it seems that it's the only place i feel at home. childhoods were spent there. memories were made. love was found, and eventually lost. sometimes home can be a bit painful. but it will always welcome you back.
princesses don't have it as good as everyone thinks. yes, they might have maids and admirers and riches and what have you, but they are often kidnapped by evil villains and trapped in high towers with no windows. from your point of view, sure, royalty is great. but the grass isn't so green on the other side. no. the grass is probably dead and scorched from that fire breathing dragon guarding the castle.
stacks of books line the walls. higgledy-piggledy. unorganized. but loved. read through many times. cared for, but not enough to line them on a shelf, as many other people would. no, she keeps them as is. to preserve them as they were when they were finished, the stories they told still fresh in her mind. to keep them as they were when she loved them most.
i've managed to convince myself of so many things as of late: that i never loved you, that i don't care about what could have, and what should have, been; that i am content, happy even, without you in my life. but it's all false hope. simply illusions. Soon i will realize how much i have been lying to myself.