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#RepostSunday #Acorns The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
Malala holds a fire bean, A fire bean in her coloured hand Her coloured hand digs in Pakistan Pakistan is her mothers land Malala wears a hijab, her body is banned Is banned from the eyes of God God...
#moderntale I'm no Snow White, Or Cinderella, I'm not the fairest of them all, Not waiting round for a princely fella.
She leaned on her broom and said with a sigh: 'I'm so sick of chores and I wish time would fly.' But this was no fairytale, no good end came, Every day for poor Cinders, exactly the same.
Based on the Great Expectations Miss Havisham's point of view towards Estella. Sorry absolutely love the movie and book.
The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
More inspiration from Pink Floyd's "The Wall" this time from his lover/wife's point of view. In the song "Don't Leave Me Now" it's mentioned that he is abusive to her.
She was too disgusted with men, enough not to touch them. She wasn't a lesbian however, she liked girls but not very often.
The beautiful princess, Eliza May Was riding the same as every day On the back of her noble steed While suitors told her of their deeds She turned them down, every one For she wished no more than to...
When I start crying, and think of leaving to the end of everything, I'll be going. I seem lost in vanity; Do you know I wouldn't hesitate a minute; if it wasn't for my mom and puppy..
*Strong Language* Who the fuck d'you think you are Touching up my ass. Your Gucci suit and DB9 Don't mean you're born with class I guess you thought all of that would impress me.
My parents are commis, they were quite the rebel in their time.. I've been a chubby hippie, a skinny goth, an emaciated ghost. I never empathized them both.
Lady Frankenstein's monster, was not quite what you would expect. It was not made of 'body parts', but 'other' parts instead. Bits and pieces here and there, arranged in different ways.
So what if I'm a princess. That doesn't make me weak. If a dragon came my way, I wouldn't squeal and squeak. Oh no. I'd draw my sword, And kill it with my skills.
I am but a mother Though you criticise my name, Advertise me as a harlot And an open lesbian. But I was just a pawn, Trafficked from my home, A political slave From the Holy Empire of Rome.
Go on and take your sharpened scissors Cut my long golden hair Do what you want, you evil witch Why don't you see if I care. You think by taking away my hair You'll be able to keep me here.
The room is fogged with smoke, The leather chairs are worn, The laughter is amplified, The whiskey bottle mourned.
Fellas, Imagine, if you will, a space inside you ready to house a human infant. Think about it. Fairly big, yes.