every little girl is raised on fairytales. stories of princesses and princes on white horses, castles, magic and love. we've all seen Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty probably countless times. Something as small as a hot air balloon in the distant sky got me thinking today... what happens when you stop believing in fairytales? Such a huge part of your childhood as a little girl... just gone. To this day I still believe in knights in shining armor and chivalry and love that knows no boundaries. granted, in these times i'm not afraid to provide all of those things for myself given that a handsome prince doesn't show up... but i don't think you should ever lose hope. there's something truly magical about holding out hope for your own prince charming.
keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
xo
keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
xo
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