What art offers is s p a c e - a certain
breathing room for the spirit.
Don’t let them know.
Some people are worth melting for.
My power flurries through the air into the ground.
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast.
I'm never going back, the past is in the past.
so this is the perfectly logically thing to do when you have this song in 4 languages (german, french, english, and italian)
This is the history about a girl named Rapunzel. And it starts with the sun.
current emotion: i just want to see Frozen again