oh i wish i was one. what fun it would be to act like that little girl i was once, with no cares in the world. right now i couldn’t care less about the prince, i just like the idea of not having to deal with anything. carefree. delightful. with a beautiful dress to wear that no one would think you were crazy for wearing.
pink tiara floats on top of her head. she twirls about as her dress flys around- helicopter blades tearing through the sky. her eyes are as large as jupiter and as warm as mars. she will rule everything the light touches.
they suck]
\they stink
they sappy and romantic
make me wanna puke my guts up and throw it in their face
who knows maybe next time i see one i might just do it
plahhhhhhhhhh
there you go proncesses
The princess was getting ready. After she got ready the carriage was waiting for her outside her palace. The palace was very extravagant and beautiful. Everyone knew what she was getting ready for. The wedding of the prince and princess. She got in the carriage; the wedding chapel was already prepared for the most important day of her life. They all knew it would be extravagent and important.
Like every little girl, I wanted to be one. I refused to wear things if they weren’t frilly dresses, and pink aqt that. Never mind that I’d immediately go dig clay playing “paleantologist” in them.
I live in a tower as i await for my prince/princess charming to come and rescue me. and i dream that when he/she does whomever will passionately kiss me and i will me his/hers forever till death do us part. As i await for you my love i will be waiting for u in the tower. till then …ado.
cinderella. i think shes pretty over rated, you know? why does she have to wait until prince charming come to rescue her? and snow white. and rapunzel. and sleeping beauty. all relying on princes to come and rescue them. why? they’re princesses for goodness sake. get some guption and rescue yourseles.
My little princess is still to come. How I wished she would come! How I wish I had someone to care for me in my old age. And then, maybe it is not meant to be and I am to end my days in an asylum.
Emily was 5 years old when she started demanding that her mom stop dressing her in ridiculous pink “Princess” t-shirts. Her mom was nonplussed by this development. “Why?” she would ask pleadingly as Emily would rip her shirt off, stomp down the hall, and yell “But I’m NOT a princess!” Her mom knew right then that Emily was going to be a different, and perhaps more difficult daughter than she had expected.
On time I read a book on how a prince met a princess. In the story the prince says to the princess that he is going to kill her if she doesn’t do what she wants. But the princess refuses because the prince wants her to tell the king that the prince should be the rightful king. So since the princess refused the prince got his sword and killed the princess.
my sister says her favorite princess is cinderella. of course she is 3 so she doesnt know that cinderella isnt real. she stands on top of a table and starts singing biddi-boddi-du and pretends that my mother is the fairy god mother. she very much loves thias movie cinderella the 3rd i think she likes it because the little mice talk and sing and dance. ehr favorite part is when the godmother turns the onion into a carriage.
Spoiled and pampered, Sally refused to eat her vegetables. Instead, she sat at the kitchen table long after the rest of the family had taken their plates to the sink. Sally stared blankly out the window, not showing any emotion.
When I was little my dad called me a princess. I grew older and I had a little sister. He said that he had two princeses and he loves them very much. I grew older and had another baby sister and now we had a royal family.
He walked the path straight and narrow, conscious of the one thousand foot plummet on either side. Part of himself beckoned to step the right or left, but he stopped, closed his eyes and regained his control. As he opened his eyes and scanned the distant horizon, he caught a glimpse of his future. She stood there in the mist, impossibly real, shrouded in mystery, but translucent in her beauty and grace. She acknowledged his approach with a deep bow and warm, enduring look of a woman in love. She was a princess in every form of the word. Regal and imposing, but with a gentleness formed from a life of loving parents and friends. His heart leaped as if he looked upon her beauty for the first time and it was then that he realized that he would do anything for her….
One day there was this princess and they ran away. Then they went to the forest on the magical horse that flew them to the clouds. They meet alot of friends the princess was the new queen and the prince was the new king and they lived happily ever after.
if i were a prince i would hAve to find my one and only princess of the kingdom. one that i can love and charish for all my life. my princess would be nice, pretty, smart, and funny. also one that cankeep me happy.
disney princesses. being little with my dad swirling me around. ballerinas. seeing the nutcracker with my boyfriend for our six months. cinderella. being snow white for my first halloween. being a kid. castles. white horses.
Princess was a cruel name given what her future would hold. Princess would end up on crack, end up paying the pauper with knees bent and mouth open. Princess tended to go by her middle name, just because she couldn’t stand the smirk on the faces when she gave her first. People called her
Emily. A little princess who loves purple and pink. Has she ever read the “princess and the pea”? I wonder if that book is still around. I should look because it’s such a “girl’ story. And she’s such a girl. Though today I saw a picture of her on Facebook in overalls sitting on a beat up old tractor. But there was that princess face. Pink and soft.Rosey cheeks. And her princess hair (up in long pigtails, like I used to wear mine. When did I stop being a princess? Was I ever a princess?
“I don’t like the princess” he exclaimed. You’re making me frustrated. “Why don’t you shut your mouth for once, and see that I’m only helping, I don’t have any more patience for you as I do for him.” You’re always talking nonsense and I just want to slap some sense into you, you’re a blind idiot. And I hate you for what you’re worth.
‘but i dont want to go in today’ she wailed. He towered over her. ‘you have to go and meet him’ he thundered. ‘this is the only way that you will ever have a life of your own’ but why must i? because you are the princess to the crown
She stood upon a hill, looking past the glazed sunset, waiting for when he would come. Behind her, the voices of her parents called. Her little brother was setting the table, and she was supposed to be helping him. But she was trapped in her own fairy-tale world, where she was the princess, and her cheat of a boyfriend was the prince.
Princess…It’s not me. I want to be a diety, a faerie, a little lady of the court. I want to run through flower stems and hover above the petals to watch bees feed….
Princess, the poodle, had had enough. Her food was cold, her master had been gone forever, and that damn cat kept bothering her. It was time to do something, and she was just the one to do it. The question was: what?
There once lived a princess in a deep dark world of terror. She was not beautiful. She did not have long, golden flowing hair. No prince battled to rescue her from her demons. She lived alone with her misery, surrounded by nothing but black emptiness. She did not know any other life.
what we are all taught to be as little girls, growing up in the united states. of course we can’t ALL be princesses, after all, someone has to do the dirty work of dishes, laundry, working, carpooling.
she’s a lovely thing, a delicate thing, a well-known thing. She walks around the house and shakes her fur, smelling like a swamp. Sometimes I catch her sleeping on her back. She presses against my leg, smelling my metallic outside smell. Darling. I love her so.
I want to be a princess. I want to feel beautiful and loved… I want my Prince Charming to be real, to be more than just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I am not a princess. I am broken; no one could love me. I want to live in a fairy tale, and it’s quite obvious I never will. This is all just a dream, a wish that will never come true
not something I would want to be, I want to be QUEEN! a little spoiled, definitely not someone who can take care of herself- why would you want that? Be who you are and revel in it!
Smile — The word will make you smile even if you have nothing to smile about. It makes the nice lines in your face appear and they keep you looking better than frown lines does. You must always keep a smile because people cannot tell what you are thinking in the time that you smile.
Princess Peach wasn’t unaware of how she was viewed… many saw her as a provoker, someone who liked to get kidnapped for attention… a somewhat understandable conclusion given the frequency at which it occurred. She couldn’t help that though, and she knew that all the same her hero would always be there to rescue her…
glitzy, ditzy, ever so prim and proper, the princess escaped into the world, only to discover that real life was even worse than she had imagined. Ah well, she said as she stood in line for her unemployment benefit.
i think i wanted to be princess when I was younger, then pretty quickly I figured out the Queen had more power and I wanted to be her. I worry that too many book teach little girls to want to be the Princess, instead of whatever they want to be.
oh i wish i was one. what fun it would be to act like that little girl i was once, with no cares in the world. right now i couldn’t care less about the prince, i just like the idea of not having to deal with anything. carefree. delightful. with a beautiful dress to wear that no one would think you were crazy for wearing.
pink tiara floats on top of her head. she twirls about as her dress flys around- helicopter blades tearing through the sky. her eyes are as large as jupiter and as warm as mars. she will rule everything the light touches.
they suck]
\they stink
they sappy and romantic
make me wanna puke my guts up and throw it in their face
who knows maybe next time i see one i might just do it
plahhhhhhhhhh
there you go proncesses
The princess was getting ready. After she got ready the carriage was waiting for her outside her palace. The palace was very extravagant and beautiful. Everyone knew what she was getting ready for. The wedding of the prince and princess. She got in the carriage; the wedding chapel was already prepared for the most important day of her life. They all knew it would be extravagent and important.
Like every little girl, I wanted to be one. I refused to wear things if they weren’t frilly dresses, and pink aqt that. Never mind that I’d immediately go dig clay playing “paleantologist” in them.
I live in a tower as i await for my prince/princess charming to come and rescue me. and i dream that when he/she does whomever will passionately kiss me and i will me his/hers forever till death do us part. As i await for you my love i will be waiting for u in the tower. till then …ado.
cinderella. i think shes pretty over rated, you know? why does she have to wait until prince charming come to rescue her? and snow white. and rapunzel. and sleeping beauty. all relying on princes to come and rescue them. why? they’re princesses for goodness sake. get some guption and rescue yourseles.
My little princess is still to come. How I wished she would come! How I wish I had someone to care for me in my old age. And then, maybe it is not meant to be and I am to end my days in an asylum.
Emily was 5 years old when she started demanding that her mom stop dressing her in ridiculous pink “Princess” t-shirts. Her mom was nonplussed by this development. “Why?” she would ask pleadingly as Emily would rip her shirt off, stomp down the hall, and yell “But I’m NOT a princess!” Her mom knew right then that Emily was going to be a different, and perhaps more difficult daughter than she had expected.
On time I read a book on how a prince met a princess. In the story the prince says to the princess that he is going to kill her if she doesn’t do what she wants. But the princess refuses because the prince wants her to tell the king that the prince should be the rightful king. So since the princess refused the prince got his sword and killed the princess.
my sister says her favorite princess is cinderella. of course she is 3 so she doesnt know that cinderella isnt real. she stands on top of a table and starts singing biddi-boddi-du and pretends that my mother is the fairy god mother. she very much loves thias movie cinderella the 3rd i think she likes it because the little mice talk and sing and dance. ehr favorite part is when the godmother turns the onion into a carriage.
Spoiled and pampered, Sally refused to eat her vegetables. Instead, she sat at the kitchen table long after the rest of the family had taken their plates to the sink. Sally stared blankly out the window, not showing any emotion.
When I was little my dad called me a princess. I grew older and I had a little sister. He said that he had two princeses and he loves them very much. I grew older and had another baby sister and now we had a royal family.
He walked the path straight and narrow, conscious of the one thousand foot plummet on either side. Part of himself beckoned to step the right or left, but he stopped, closed his eyes and regained his control. As he opened his eyes and scanned the distant horizon, he caught a glimpse of his future. She stood there in the mist, impossibly real, shrouded in mystery, but translucent in her beauty and grace. She acknowledged his approach with a deep bow and warm, enduring look of a woman in love. She was a princess in every form of the word. Regal and imposing, but with a gentleness formed from a life of loving parents and friends. His heart leaped as if he looked upon her beauty for the first time and it was then that he realized that he would do anything for her….
One day there was this princess and they ran away. Then they went to the forest on the magical horse that flew them to the clouds. They meet alot of friends the princess was the new queen and the prince was the new king and they lived happily ever after.
if i were a prince i would hAve to find my one and only princess of the kingdom. one that i can love and charish for all my life. my princess would be nice, pretty, smart, and funny. also one that cankeep me happy.
disney princesses. being little with my dad swirling me around. ballerinas. seeing the nutcracker with my boyfriend for our six months. cinderella. being snow white for my first halloween. being a kid. castles. white horses.
Princess was a cruel name given what her future would hold. Princess would end up on crack, end up paying the pauper with knees bent and mouth open. Princess tended to go by her middle name, just because she couldn’t stand the smirk on the faces when she gave her first. People called her
Emily. A little princess who loves purple and pink. Has she ever read the “princess and the pea”? I wonder if that book is still around. I should look because it’s such a “girl’ story. And she’s such a girl. Though today I saw a picture of her on Facebook in overalls sitting on a beat up old tractor. But there was that princess face. Pink and soft.Rosey cheeks. And her princess hair (up in long pigtails, like I used to wear mine. When did I stop being a princess? Was I ever a princess?
“I don’t like the princess” he exclaimed. You’re making me frustrated. “Why don’t you shut your mouth for once, and see that I’m only helping, I don’t have any more patience for you as I do for him.” You’re always talking nonsense and I just want to slap some sense into you, you’re a blind idiot. And I hate you for what you’re worth.
‘but i dont want to go in today’ she wailed. He towered over her. ‘you have to go and meet him’ he thundered. ‘this is the only way that you will ever have a life of your own’ but why must i? because you are the princess to the crown
She stood upon a hill, looking past the glazed sunset, waiting for when he would come. Behind her, the voices of her parents called. Her little brother was setting the table, and she was supposed to be helping him. But she was trapped in her own fairy-tale world, where she was the princess, and her cheat of a boyfriend was the prince.
Princess…It’s not me. I want to be a diety, a faerie, a little lady of the court. I want to run through flower stems and hover above the petals to watch bees feed….
Princess, the poodle, had had enough. Her food was cold, her master had been gone forever, and that damn cat kept bothering her. It was time to do something, and she was just the one to do it. The question was: what?
my sister was a princess for halloween. then she got home after 9:00. she got in so much trouble.
royalty flows in her veins
she moves swiftly
she moves with class
There once lived a princess in a deep dark world of terror. She was not beautiful. She did not have long, golden flowing hair. No prince battled to rescue her from her demons. She lived alone with her misery, surrounded by nothing but black emptiness. She did not know any other life.
what we are all taught to be as little girls, growing up in the united states. of course we can’t ALL be princesses, after all, someone has to do the dirty work of dishes, laundry, working, carpooling.
You’re a princess, he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
The girl wrinkled up her face in disgust and hastily scrubbed her wrist across her forehead.
Why can’t I be a Queen?, she demanded petulantly.
she’s a lovely thing, a delicate thing, a well-known thing. She walks around the house and shakes her fur, smelling like a swamp. Sometimes I catch her sleeping on her back. She presses against my leg, smelling my metallic outside smell. Darling. I love her so.
I want to be a princess. I want to feel beautiful and loved… I want my Prince Charming to be real, to be more than just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I am not a princess. I am broken; no one could love me. I want to live in a fairy tale, and it’s quite obvious I never will. This is all just a dream, a wish that will never come true
my daughter.
Thinks she has everything, but she has nothing real.
Just a little crown with a gem or two…
not something I would want to be, I want to be QUEEN! a little spoiled, definitely not someone who can take care of herself- why would you want that? Be who you are and revel in it!
Smile — The word will make you smile even if you have nothing to smile about. It makes the nice lines in your face appear and they keep you looking better than frown lines does. You must always keep a smile because people cannot tell what you are thinking in the time that you smile.
Never tire, of frills and lace.
Of gowns and tiaras.
Princess Peach wasn’t unaware of how she was viewed… many saw her as a provoker, someone who liked to get kidnapped for attention… a somewhat understandable conclusion given the frequency at which it occurred. She couldn’t help that though, and she knew that all the same her hero would always be there to rescue her…
glitzy, ditzy, ever so prim and proper, the princess escaped into the world, only to discover that real life was even worse than she had imagined. Ah well, she said as she stood in line for her unemployment benefit.
i think i wanted to be princess when I was younger, then pretty quickly I figured out the Queen had more power and I wanted to be her. I worry that too many book teach little girls to want to be the Princess, instead of whatever they want to be.
I see the word Princess and I think: when does the word appears, so I can write?
It took a few seconds to realise that Princess IS the word.