there once was a princess with locks of golden blonde hair. She neither cut or frayed her hair, as she was doomed in confinement in her tower prison. She wanted eagerly to one day rapel down with her hair from the high story room of which she was confined. As time went on, she felt closer to the great escape. Her days became brighter as the sun and moon passed by, day after day, hour by hour, minute after minute, until finally, she made a choice to pursue the ambition that so deeply embedded her purpose and actions in life. She tethered her hair to a bar and began her journey down the window and down the wall, approaching closer and closer to the ground. She hastefully placed hand under hand until a slip between her fingers cause her to free fall to disaster. She died in vain of pursuing a goal, and that is all that mattered.
There she sits
Upon her throne
Thinking she is the princess
Everyone loves
Everyone follows her
She’s not a princess
She doesn’t realize it.
In her own little world
Trying to rule the school
Will she ever get over herself?
Probably not.
princess’s are saved by nights in shining armor they’re fantasied about daily. in dreams during the day and night. they’re loved by everyone. and they love everyone. they are mythical creatures.
princesses were the suburbia of the old times. everyone wanted to be one/live there, but then people started to realize that they were still hollow and hurting.
oh my god what a perfect word, i love it. i am a princess, i am the raj kumari, i am the celebrated one. like the card my father made me for my 18th birthday that has that indian man on it. and it says ‘the raj kumari is all grown up.’ because i am i’m almost 20 now but i am
small
long hair
blond
lots of dresses
happily ever after
not foolish
strong headed
independent
kind
honest
beautiful
skinny
loved by everyone
dream world
everything comes true
always gets the happy story
awesome
exotic
unreal
they have lots of balls and go dancing and eat lots of rich food and get married and are pretty and wear dresses and crowns and wear lots of pink and jewellery.
a princess is a queens daughter they ar e like queens except mqueens are more powerfull.princess think they are the cutest and most sweet person on the kingdom.once the queen dies the princess becomes the queen and becomes powerfull when the queen gets a doughter the doughter becomes a princess.
Yesterday I was walking and I saw a stray dog. So I looked for a cualer then i see it. So i look at the dogs name and it says princess so it was a female dog. Then I look for the adress and i read it and I take the dog to its owner so Im at the house I knock on the door and tell them I found your dog so they give me a reward of 500 dollars.
Princesses always wear pink and they always think that everyone should be like them but their just showoffs.They just have nonsense things that they shouldnt really need.I mean the tiara isnt really suppose to mean anything.
I wanted to live on Princess Way so badly, but my parents said the house was too small for our fairly large family. I was super disappointed when we moved somewhere else, but when we had to move from that house, we found a big 4 bedroom house, and you know what? It was on Princess Way. 2 houses from the house in which I’d originally wanted to live.
Princesses always wear pink and they always think that everyone should be like them but their just showoffs.I hate that people always show of.They just have nonsense things that they shouldnt really need.
Shes pretty and tainted. Her kingdom isn’t as precious as it looks. She paints her dolls black just to please herself and then drinks her poison to sleep. Her mother kisses her goodnight. She smiles and dies. Princess-es don’t have it so easy.
I have a princess living in my house. She is the cherished center of the house, but still has chores, etc. She is just the most important (young) female in the house, and so is entitled to pinkness, and Fancy Nancy-isms. And to be reminded that half the time the princess turns right around and rescues the prince right back!
She stood waiting unaware of the jesters and common folk dancing and stretching for her attention. She sighed quite frequently at the sight of the jewels placed over her garments.
She was the princess of laziness. In her world she ruled the tv remote – conquered the heart of dreams – and cried to the abyss of boredom. She was the princess of all – the princess of everyday life!
i feel that a princess is a spoiled person, yet i feel my girlfriend is also a princess. she should be spoiled and i feel it is my responsibility to be her prince and to spoil her as much as i can. princesses should find more frogs to kiss.
I’m beautiful, rich and gorgeous. Yes, they say I’m stuck up, but it’s mostly jealousy. Really, I’m a nice girl. I help out, I love animals and I get along with most girls my age. I’m smart and my teachers like me, too — they’re always letting me answer questions and give me good grades.
Fuck, Princess? All I can think about is a princess stuck in a tower with one of those pointy princess hats. She has a prince or knight come save her or some shit, but then that feels sexist somehow. So not only does she escape on her own, she fucking kills the dragon and gets herself a girlfriend, leaving the knight in her dust to wonder what the hell just happened.
Pink tutu princess, child fantasy with puffy sleeves and any kind of cake for breakfast, to be waited on and fought for, different than the adult princess with a reputation for being a bitch. What happened to our innocence and faith in pink tuts?
beautiful lady in pink dresses who awaits the knight of her dream to rescue her. She is so fragile and lost. The princess devotes her whole life waiting for that one man, who is meant to change her whole eternity. Would she love him? would this be real love? Would he love her? She is been so brainwashed by her upbringing and status to believe in her fate. It is a princess’s destiny to await her prince. She needs to be awakened from that long waiting. As she stares into her own eyes from the reflection of herself in the lake, her hearts sunk. She is so clueless and as tear wells up in her eye her visions blurs, and suddenly a pair of arm embraced her from behind. She know in that moment- it is HE. The one she’s been waiting for all her life.
she is beautiful. her glowing golden hair sweeps around her fragile body with an air of elegance never before seen by the human race. She is rich, as her father owns all. And yet, she is not happy. She may never have the love she desires so much. She may never find that which we all desire, that which we all pine for in the deep recesses of our hearts.
I am a princess…not your typical princess.I am not royalty at all. But i feel like it. I don’t have a tiara or a castle…but I have hope and inspiration and great art and music and literature…I am a princess of the city… of downtown. I reign over tents and rats and my ball is a bar on 4th and main where I celebrate the slums!
Am I still your little princess, dancing round your feet?
Am I still the little girl you love, so precious and so neat?
Where are you now, why don’t you come?
Where are you now, please come back love!
there once was a princess with locks of golden blonde hair. She neither cut or frayed her hair, as she was doomed in confinement in her tower prison. She wanted eagerly to one day rapel down with her hair from the high story room of which she was confined. As time went on, she felt closer to the great escape. Her days became brighter as the sun and moon passed by, day after day, hour by hour, minute after minute, until finally, she made a choice to pursue the ambition that so deeply embedded her purpose and actions in life. She tethered her hair to a bar and began her journey down the window and down the wall, approaching closer and closer to the ground. She hastefully placed hand under hand until a slip between her fingers cause her to free fall to disaster. She died in vain of pursuing a goal, and that is all that mattered.
There she sits
Upon her throne
Thinking she is the princess
Everyone loves
Everyone follows her
She’s not a princess
She doesn’t realize it.
In her own little world
Trying to rule the school
Will she ever get over herself?
Probably not.
me, i am a princess and i have a princess bed. My mom calls me a princess. I love the disney princesses.
a princess is a very royal beautiful girl that gets what she wants but also has lots of responsibilities and lives in a castle!
princess’s are saved by nights in shining armor they’re fantasied about daily. in dreams during the day and night. they’re loved by everyone. and they love everyone. they are mythical creatures.
princesses were the suburbia of the old times. everyone wanted to be one/live there, but then people started to realize that they were still hollow and hurting.
Princesses have their place at the throne; in the garden; and on the stoop, don’t ask me why. A princess’s place is one of both power and subjugation.
she sits on her throne, miserly and alone.
when’s the queen gonna die already?
it’s cold and the top and no one knows it but me.
stupid freakin’ pea.
oh my god what a perfect word, i love it. i am a princess, i am the raj kumari, i am the celebrated one. like the card my father made me for my 18th birthday that has that indian man on it. and it says ‘the raj kumari is all grown up.’ because i am i’m almost 20 now but i am
and now i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
if fear no evil for thou art with me
small
long hair
blond
lots of dresses
happily ever after
not foolish
strong headed
independent
kind
honest
beautiful
skinny
loved by everyone
dream world
everything comes true
always gets the happy story
awesome
exotic
unreal
they have lots of balls and go dancing and eat lots of rich food and get married and are pretty and wear dresses and crowns and wear lots of pink and jewellery.
I don’t know any princesses personally and I think that’s probably for the best.
Normally a self-critique adorned by girls who think they’re wonderfully infallable in every way.
You crazy…you crazy…I think it’s just plain red & black that you think you can be that! Sooooo
sing and be happy anyways….
There was once a princess
she was called little Sunshine
she wasn’t beauty unless
she had to tell a lie
a princess is a queens daughter they ar e like queens except mqueens are more powerfull.princess think they are the cutest and most sweet person on the kingdom.once the queen dies the princess becomes the queen and becomes powerfull when the queen gets a doughter the doughter becomes a princess.
Yesterday I was walking and I saw a stray dog. So I looked for a cualer then i see it. So i look at the dogs name and it says princess so it was a female dog. Then I look for the adress and i read it and I take the dog to its owner so Im at the house I knock on the door and tell them I found your dog so they give me a reward of 500 dollars.
Princesses always wear pink and they always think that everyone should be like them but their just showoffs.They just have nonsense things that they shouldnt really need.I mean the tiara isnt really suppose to mean anything.
I wanted to live on Princess Way so badly, but my parents said the house was too small for our fairly large family. I was super disappointed when we moved somewhere else, but when we had to move from that house, we found a big 4 bedroom house, and you know what? It was on Princess Way. 2 houses from the house in which I’d originally wanted to live.
when iwas reading a storie about a princess i was sleepy. ihad nothing else to read. the book got to boring so i fell asleep.
Princesses always wear pink and they always think that everyone should be like them but their just showoffs.I hate that people always show of.They just have nonsense things that they shouldnt really need.
Shes pretty and tainted. Her kingdom isn’t as precious as it looks. She paints her dolls black just to please herself and then drinks her poison to sleep. Her mother kisses her goodnight. She smiles and dies. Princess-es don’t have it so easy.
white and precious. Something for fairytales and children. Magic and mystic as well as something to look up to.
There once was a princess so pretty and neat
from the crown on her head
to the shoes on her feet.
She has not a worry
not even the smallest care
Until that one day
…
She was eaten by a bear.
I have a princess living in my house. She is the cherished center of the house, but still has chores, etc. She is just the most important (young) female in the house, and so is entitled to pinkness, and Fancy Nancy-isms. And to be reminded that half the time the princess turns right around and rescues the prince right back!
he used to treat me like a princess.
but everything good has to end, and now he treats her like a queen.
and i’m non-existant, again.
anthony torres, you ment the world.
She stood waiting unaware of the jesters and common folk dancing and stretching for her attention. She sighed quite frequently at the sight of the jewels placed over her garments.
She was the princess of laziness. In her world she ruled the tv remote – conquered the heart of dreams – and cried to the abyss of boredom. She was the princess of all – the princess of everyday life!
i feel that a princess is a spoiled person, yet i feel my girlfriend is also a princess. she should be spoiled and i feel it is my responsibility to be her prince and to spoil her as much as i can. princesses should find more frogs to kiss.
I’m beautiful, rich and gorgeous. Yes, they say I’m stuck up, but it’s mostly jealousy. Really, I’m a nice girl. I help out, I love animals and I get along with most girls my age. I’m smart and my teachers like me, too — they’re always letting me answer questions and give me good grades.
My daughter is the princess; I am the queen.
Fuck, Princess? All I can think about is a princess stuck in a tower with one of those pointy princess hats. She has a prince or knight come save her or some shit, but then that feels sexist somehow. So not only does she escape on her own, she fucking kills the dragon and gets herself a girlfriend, leaving the knight in her dust to wonder what the hell just happened.
Also, she’s dressed really sexy.
she’s the one girl whom every guy wants. to primp. to baby. to spoil. to love.
Pink tutu princess, child fantasy with puffy sleeves and any kind of cake for breakfast, to be waited on and fought for, different than the adult princess with a reputation for being a bitch. What happened to our innocence and faith in pink tuts?
beautiful lady in pink dresses who awaits the knight of her dream to rescue her. She is so fragile and lost. The princess devotes her whole life waiting for that one man, who is meant to change her whole eternity. Would she love him? would this be real love? Would he love her? She is been so brainwashed by her upbringing and status to believe in her fate. It is a princess’s destiny to await her prince. She needs to be awakened from that long waiting. As she stares into her own eyes from the reflection of herself in the lake, her hearts sunk. She is so clueless and as tear wells up in her eye her visions blurs, and suddenly a pair of arm embraced her from behind. She know in that moment- it is HE. The one she’s been waiting for all her life.
she is beautiful. her glowing golden hair sweeps around her fragile body with an air of elegance never before seen by the human race. She is rich, as her father owns all. And yet, she is not happy. She may never have the love she desires so much. She may never find that which we all desire, that which we all pine for in the deep recesses of our hearts.
I am a princess…not your typical princess.I am not royalty at all. But i feel like it. I don’t have a tiara or a castle…but I have hope and inspiration and great art and music and literature…I am a princess of the city… of downtown. I reign over tents and rats and my ball is a bar on 4th and main where I celebrate the slums!
Am I still your little princess, dancing round your feet?
Am I still the little girl you love, so precious and so neat?
Where are you now, why don’t you come?
Where are you now, please come back love!
a lady who is the daughter of a king friends with the toadstoll and mario
elizabeth victoria mary, diana, car death in french tunnel.
rose