she is an unrequited reverie, a fractured piece of porcelain; even her sharp edges sparkle with the favor of the gods.
she is a curator of abandoned dreams and forgotten memories. her mind is the museum that treasures them all.
she is a keeper of knickknacks and old letters and quilts. she listens to the stories they have to tell with devotion.
she is an explorer that never left her home town. her travels only take place in her mind, but they are filled with adventure.
she is a lover without a beloved. she shares her heart with any who will have it. she never worries about running out of love.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
she is an unrequited reverie, a fractured piece of porcelain; even her sharp edges sparkle with the favor of the gods.
she is a curator of abandoned dreams and forgotten memories. her mind is the museum that treasures them all.
she is a keeper of knickknacks and old letters and quilts. she listens to the stories they have to tell with devotion.
she is an explorer that never left her home town. her travels only take place in her mind, but they are filled with adventure.
she is a lover without a beloved. she shares her heart with any who will have it. she never worries about running out of love.
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