Tell me you'll remember, forever young.

like a runaway.

Real life, I'm sad to see you go. I'll miss you with all my heart, but I'd rather be alone. I couldn't live without sunsets that dazzle the dusk, so I'll drag the anchor up. And rest assured, 'cause dreams don't turn to dust!

For the girls who have spent all morning wishing their lives could be like the girls in their storybooks: go outside. Take a walk. Pick yourself some flowers. Run your fingers through your hair. You are just as precious and just as beautiful as all the princesses in all the lands.

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!"