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A big dress, a big castle, a handsome prince. A lush room with hundreds of clothes and shoes. Beautiful eyes and hair.
she had none of these. But the way he looked at her made her feel as though she did.
By k on 12.13.2011
Palace of Princess is a nice Riad in Marrakesh where I stayed last week, a mix between Istanbul and Jaipur!
By Paolo on 12.13.2011
I really don’t understand the focus girls — and women — have these days on being a princess. Why? It seems like they want no responsibility and a lot of perks like good clothes and expensive trips. What’s wrong with being a regular, wonderful, healthy, intelligent, working woman? Why all the exceptionalism without having earned it? Mind boggling.
By CameoRoze URL on 12.13.2011
“Prinzessinnen gibt es nicht”, hat er gesagt. “Im Grunde sind sie alle Bauernmädchen, die gern in der Erde wühlen.” Und dann holte er einen Apfel aus der rechten Hosentasche und aus der anderen ein überdimensionales Taschentuch. Er polierte den Apfel mit Hingabe, systematisch einmal rundherum.
By Eli URL on 12.13.2011
Sunshine the Princess sat in her blondness,
Eating her wolves and spiders.
Along came a frog
Who barked like a dog
And her breakfast was no longer inside ‘er.
By richpee URL on 12.13.2011
“She’s like so whatever, you could do so much better.” “I’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top.” “So what? I’m still a rock star.” “I’m not here for your entertainment. You don’t want to mess with me tonight.” “I’m the mother****ing princess.”
Sometimes I’m just so bitter. Thanks, pop music.
By Hyperbole URL on 12.13.2011
i sat down with my legs crossed
and eyes hungry for her story.
when she began speaking,
it was like time had stopped
the world were still
i’ve always wished i was
oh, to wear a gown the colour
of a whispering moon!
something so haunting
i’d be a ghost.
i’ve always wished to
dance like waves
of the ocean
with my prince charming
floating high above everyone
and having that
perfect happily ever after
my mother spoke of
By Iffath URL on 12.13.2011
when are you going to come sweep me off my feet?
i’ve been waiting for such a long time,
such a good little girl like i was told i would need to be.
i’ve been waiting
with bated breath and pacing feet and wandering mind
for you to come and find me.
so where are you?
my head desires a crown of wildflowers.
my heart desires a prince.
By Skye URL on 12.13.2011
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