tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61578539492374139352024-02-06T18:36:03.601-08:00Forgotten DaydreamsPrincess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-68545004666277100152011-11-17T23:59:00.000-08:002011-11-18T14:27:52.330-08:00Voyage<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiUyufbfXllLZ5o5GTm3xJwy7S84ijy0Yvc_KYKo8uPBQXp64_1gMfcZaTK-cDNweLMQqzwIAi-2PVziNPM2Qx7CNpAPtCE0d5mepoNyTWdSXqw1d2h-_HVoaCdRIEyotztzv8EuQQJpB/s1600/tumblr_llyyq2xBnx1qkwgy6o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiUyufbfXllLZ5o5GTm3xJwy7S84ijy0Yvc_KYKo8uPBQXp64_1gMfcZaTK-cDNweLMQqzwIAi-2PVziNPM2Qx7CNpAPtCE0d5mepoNyTWdSXqw1d2h-_HVoaCdRIEyotztzv8EuQQJpB/s400/tumblr_llyyq2xBnx1qkwgy6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676462878340820930" border="0" /></a>I momentarily lost my way: fogginess seeping into my skin, an ocean of raindrops. I cradle my inner compass against the steady beats of my heart and lead my ship into the sunlit horizon. My voyage is steady, on course. It's time to fly again.<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/5973969069">uniquelyinspirational</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-86894233023484157212011-06-27T21:09:00.000-07:002011-11-18T14:25:55.622-08:00Possibilities<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Eb_1m5kPcEXcMvUoPo2wd-5XwCC0bDmSCp2eWOgyz1fbbVZa_MmC_T99esfIGDMRbOlue5E9YoNLwnkLOGo7ahdG7Jkbm8PEvYk0f4Ekn51rVU1sI3s6fgKZ3d42XwFugd6WY3U_-YGy/s1600/tumblr_kvlrwbCuql1qzz1ffo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Eb_1m5kPcEXcMvUoPo2wd-5XwCC0bDmSCp2eWOgyz1fbbVZa_MmC_T99esfIGDMRbOlue5E9YoNLwnkLOGo7ahdG7Jkbm8PEvYk0f4Ekn51rVU1sI3s6fgKZ3d42XwFugd6WY3U_-YGy/s400/tumblr_kvlrwbCuql1qzz1ffo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676465444765647762" border="0" /></a>Peering through a window of maybes and possibilities, wistfulness and hopefulness. I'm trying to remember how to paint my canvas, though I'm having a difficult time deciding which colors to use. Perhaps I'll choose all of them; I love rainbows.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGSuzxVFbkRV0ecOmqqKnD695x4ZOucP-KL2AExpUk2Slw55_yctON9__AfigVCZvGX7XMun0j1pXMDPJoleXFTAnniu6o0b0SBKVkzsTkdIYCVOGvJ5U_6JCl5GiPE9ZiGdormzUzFu4/s1600/tumblr_l88pr6RpOM1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGSuzxVFbkRV0ecOmqqKnD695x4ZOucP-KL2AExpUk2Slw55_yctON9__AfigVCZvGX7XMun0j1pXMDPJoleXFTAnniu6o0b0SBKVkzsTkdIYCVOGvJ5U_6JCl5GiPE9ZiGdormzUzFu4/s400/tumblr_l88pr6RpOM1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623118033768574530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />First Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/454912158/happythings-beautyinphoto-via-nothingbuttime">happythings</a> on Tumblr. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Second Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/1175342661/kari-shma-what-life-is-about-by-31experiment">quote-book</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-66065495594258208152011-06-11T21:10:00.001-07:002011-06-11T21:30:45.078-07:00Blossoming<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMsxOYwstCvAPfJM52ZPlfZznvrr1O2ofcQdxKbvrpGqK6AfqtxDfXoePP3A98yg2RxR1_yDxLHkwWFwSJhSvyjPotESooXHKrK7E4TJqnb77iTV3yOuJSf31qbQN5MNcEkBya2RE-gT0/s1600/tumblr_l8knifFFa21qc5lzc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMsxOYwstCvAPfJM52ZPlfZznvrr1O2ofcQdxKbvrpGqK6AfqtxDfXoePP3A98yg2RxR1_yDxLHkwWFwSJhSvyjPotESooXHKrK7E4TJqnb77iTV3yOuJSf31qbQN5MNcEkBya2RE-gT0/s320/tumblr_l8knifFFa21qc5lzc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617183637004375538" border="0" /></a>Been wondering who I am. I keep chasing shadows, peering through keyholes and opening hidden drawers, searching for long forgotten friends, shimmers from the past. Why have I slumbered for so long?<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Yet the passion is blossoming inside me once again, from the place inside my heart where it's patiently been hibernating. The longing fills my being, my very senses: words woven together to dance across my consciousness; stories harboring in wait, longing to be told.<br /><br />And they will, for I know I am a Writer, no matter how many times I've forgotten in the past.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> "<span style="font-style: italic;">She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages. That's all writing is, apparently, capturing sights and thoughts on paper. Spinning, like a spider does, but using words to make the pattern</span>."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> From </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >The Distant Hours</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">by Kate Morton </span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/1106381880/formerlove-riley-by-emily-brigid">rainbowsandhippos</a> on Tumblr.</span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-37010308310100780962011-05-31T21:38:00.000-07:002011-05-31T22:41:35.601-07:00Magic<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhAEv_h1-gHA5Ag7oHuxl7l4oMF7m6OkZLChMhoRBKgYgLSvtAsZv4ebCg5PlDmy-nFjTffq-IwEvoh4qV2TxySG-AaMd-b-_rwx-IrSOZngcUG711HIeFJFB-69Mk1WZoC_oQkfDbtG0/s1600/tumblr_l49aegJLrO1qb1kaao1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhAEv_h1-gHA5Ag7oHuxl7l4oMF7m6OkZLChMhoRBKgYgLSvtAsZv4ebCg5PlDmy-nFjTffq-IwEvoh4qV2TxySG-AaMd-b-_rwx-IrSOZngcUG711HIeFJFB-69Mk1WZoC_oQkfDbtG0/s320/tumblr_l49aegJLrO1qb1kaao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613121523336128146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">"</span>I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.<span style="font-size:130%;">"</span><br /></div>*~From <span style="font-style: italic;">Charles de Lint</span>~*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/714832560/via-pink-andsoft">pinkandsoft</a> on Tumblr. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></div></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-77709251398752589082011-04-27T22:16:00.000-07:002011-04-28T09:10:18.212-07:00Cacoon<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrgzAof4qjz4w5P2P3YVCz1jWtUj7JxWzR-U2dNloJguXiwaoDWYegXjMKUzYrogRsx_r8vwVBuOMKTS1OAJeNs_0I7l6lpxGXJgTPCHV_J0RnyoLHMxAqRuppQf91W8ZXkAN3nwf0Qtg/s1600/tumblr_l46e95JHmk1qc92zjo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrgzAof4qjz4w5P2P3YVCz1jWtUj7JxWzR-U2dNloJguXiwaoDWYegXjMKUzYrogRsx_r8vwVBuOMKTS1OAJeNs_0I7l6lpxGXJgTPCHV_J0RnyoLHMxAqRuppQf91W8ZXkAN3nwf0Qtg/s320/tumblr_l46e95JHmk1qc92zjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600666249429040466" border="0" /></a>Outside in the falling dusk, I watch the sun set and night fall across my shoulders. The sky is a vast ocean, stretching infinitely-- no stars, no fallen moonbeams, just a deep and endless sea. I'd tumble in, if I could.<br /><br />I'm feeling like a butterfly trapped inside a cocoon, struggling to emerge. My wings are stuck together with honey. They used to glitter in the sunlight, but it's been awhile since I've flown. One day, I hope.<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/709301777/via-lifewithout">lifewithout</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-32741276193519753202011-03-25T07:27:00.000-07:002011-03-25T07:40:34.655-07:00Fleeting Moments<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iLJwkf7IhSljfljdAd54JwAA7Si409WJe-t3LZTiSENoGxogCLYTjB1MqY2uRtLWsLeE9XnFIcq7n16PggUE9QNd1TcAjwkAJPfwv48V-3XvybNfOHnJLv7gQiIMcw3_xElVXOVoUCoZ/s1600/tumblr_l6irkk0WBQ1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iLJwkf7IhSljfljdAd54JwAA7Si409WJe-t3LZTiSENoGxogCLYTjB1MqY2uRtLWsLeE9XnFIcq7n16PggUE9QNd1TcAjwkAJPfwv48V-3XvybNfOHnJLv7gQiIMcw3_xElVXOVoUCoZ/s320/tumblr_l6irkk0WBQ1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588024929828700482" border="0" /></a>Fleeting moments: far away vapors of smoke; swirling, dancing, twisting inside my mind. They're all hovering within my fingertips, but just before I touch them they disappear, all of my 'Once Upon a Times' and written memories. I watch them fly away and long for their safe return; they float through the clouds like feathers.<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/893734298/lulucupcake-via-misswallflower">misswallflower</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-26857951161365202932011-03-05T19:24:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:24:00.126-08:00Starlight<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2P-QuxWKo0Mv7MlzCTKr7NrYqkbKp5xETHIOoBPkDLXKt6or0aNIQZviU-WAtZUck2mLU17DrB5hWApVHumy7uKyOvWSkGZtJF-mid-RD1Cm5SJcigvwyl04AGXi4juHwkdxtKbUiqLW/s1600/tumblr_l3fj4rhUw71qa9sxno1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2P-QuxWKo0Mv7MlzCTKr7NrYqkbKp5xETHIOoBPkDLXKt6or0aNIQZviU-WAtZUck2mLU17DrB5hWApVHumy7uKyOvWSkGZtJF-mid-RD1Cm5SJcigvwyl04AGXi4juHwkdxtKbUiqLW/s320/tumblr_l3fj4rhUw71qa9sxno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580637822388623634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's night. I gaze at the heavens, the vastness of the stars, the patterns sprinkled in the velvet canopy. I want to bathe in starlight, sprinkle it on my skin, lock it in my heart. I'll gather it and the moonlight and weave them through my hair.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/659717025/via-coolkidsgotorehab">coolkidsgotorehab</a> on Tumblr.</span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-35714967067419198102011-02-17T20:11:00.000-08:002011-02-17T20:26:38.795-08:00Transparency<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkTRerHztW2xZgvJAZzngM9RBCrHp4GZHX9u_hXHJLQFSXVvcLd9jCmaUV5gt67mzRvt6THOPm0qYPl6N_jPZTNF1eVMIQ3V1QASdiuMOQ1DGueQVqtbHtSNI0Hw9Yrnr8AR4dbIWkiPB/s1600/tumblr_l9hrpcn8hS1qz6s1qo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkTRerHztW2xZgvJAZzngM9RBCrHp4GZHX9u_hXHJLQFSXVvcLd9jCmaUV5gt67mzRvt6THOPm0qYPl6N_jPZTNF1eVMIQ3V1QASdiuMOQ1DGueQVqtbHtSNI0Hw9Yrnr8AR4dbIWkiPB/s320/tumblr_l9hrpcn8hS1qz6s1qo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574879281780258914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been feeling transparent, like I'm about to blow away with the wind.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Frantically bottling up moments in jars to keep them safe.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;">Image from <a href="http://yukiyukihouse.tumblr.com/post/1219760402">ftshsakakibara</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;"> on Tumblr.</span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-69649242871084430592011-01-27T16:34:00.000-08:002011-01-27T21:31:09.727-08:00Frozen<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMLSgvi54ZO18GyXtgcvLB1dDmCTwzznRCz9wzVUrHKTeMp_CKtTHDqx-atAzqqTWfNZ84ujlxOEfbz5zBTl9EOPZkltWJdSFhB-oIjwv4qozGpiNzZOvRj-Ogj4dpV-M7_B-wzjbTOxs/s1600/tumblr_l82mduz1hj1qdxvogo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMLSgvi54ZO18GyXtgcvLB1dDmCTwzznRCz9wzVUrHKTeMp_CKtTHDqx-atAzqqTWfNZ84ujlxOEfbz5zBTl9EOPZkltWJdSFhB-oIjwv4qozGpiNzZOvRj-Ogj4dpV-M7_B-wzjbTOxs/s320/tumblr_l82mduz1hj1qdxvogo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567099775595584898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been searching the grove for fairies, but they disappeared during Jack Frost's arrival. They left their hallow trees full of forgotten trinkets–– lost thimbles, broken strings and scattered pixie dust. I trace secrets in the frosted bark and wait for their return, for winter to end; but I fear even time itself has frozen.</span> <br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Image from <a href="http://yukiyukihouse.tumblr.com/post/1056029274">cottoncandyhair</a> on Tumblr.</span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-10387857920277572922011-01-11T20:53:00.000-08:002011-01-11T21:11:59.702-08:00Above<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEpmXInO8AWtMSdjzUxZfHKR-j2fjaGW0zQ3Q_bXsFw9QN28acXwRbgc67VnarCJYh6TbEQiLrMEE9pgUbhwjaMgcEhT-6ryd_rxG-zu_reb-6XoC1rovQsYb9_PwpEJ07QDBtUHZPf2R/s1600/tumblr_l1amxuQ1C61qzcmcn.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEpmXInO8AWtMSdjzUxZfHKR-j2fjaGW0zQ3Q_bXsFw9QN28acXwRbgc67VnarCJYh6TbEQiLrMEE9pgUbhwjaMgcEhT-6ryd_rxG-zu_reb-6XoC1rovQsYb9_PwpEJ07QDBtUHZPf2R/s320/tumblr_l1amxuQ1C61qzcmcn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162312068205202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">She gazed up at the buttercream sky and wondered what it would take to learn how to fly.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">*~Carpe Diem~*</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image from </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/561525884/theslowandtheshort-i-believe-i-can-fly">moronicbeauty</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> on Tumblr.</span></span><br /></div></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-15549976333780376932010-12-19T08:03:00.000-08:002010-12-19T18:00:10.914-08:00Not Yet<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE0t3ulwZp4j_oiySRsm5BxBwXWsh1l-e2aOZMUvh0DBFBuaLg2Y5yV1CXHJ5ACbo0n03BeruUqKWQ3QdulhDpYzZwMIFU3lcJbxh35tfnHJGQKlkS9fmrcfjffjWEvif-X-NHBUlWEov/s1600/tumblr_l2saigBRNT1qb1yeqo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE0t3ulwZp4j_oiySRsm5BxBwXWsh1l-e2aOZMUvh0DBFBuaLg2Y5yV1CXHJ5ACbo0n03BeruUqKWQ3QdulhDpYzZwMIFU3lcJbxh35tfnHJGQKlkS9fmrcfjffjWEvif-X-NHBUlWEov/s320/tumblr_l2saigBRNT1qb1yeqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552434996915338834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">They told me it's time to grow up and put my childhood away forever. They gave me a tiny chest with a brass key to lock away the remnants hugging my heart. I open the lid to discover lost things and long ago memories, nestled amongst forgotten daydreams.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">They're all watching me, waiting. Please, I'm not ready.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I cling the shimmering edges, unwilling to let go. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image from </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/620728936/thingssheloves-phoebejeebies">jackbarakatsmom</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> on Tumblr.</span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-31330418845667706452010-12-07T22:05:00.000-08:002010-12-07T23:13:07.288-08:00Moonbeams<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI9QgS5IsDwgRYV6mtS_hBxWvCFLa7jTXxoDJE8gLX2SCJmgd4zcDHBMYKONpgUrgw0H4HHZwZARaT-ZSimCqFNhKwUBsz3R_PyJgXeDqMQFa_fDHjTBa5uEwQ5sakm4G2WRi43s5I4RR/s1600/tumblr_l08scx3JeH1qahomfo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI9QgS5IsDwgRYV6mtS_hBxWvCFLa7jTXxoDJE8gLX2SCJmgd4zcDHBMYKONpgUrgw0H4HHZwZARaT-ZSimCqFNhKwUBsz3R_PyJgXeDqMQFa_fDHjTBa5uEwQ5sakm4G2WRi43s5I4RR/s320/tumblr_l08scx3JeH1qahomfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548205361569530002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">There's a hole in my pocket, scattering loose pebbles and feathers and fallen stars; even the key to the door slipped through a crack in the floorboards. I peer through the keyhole and watch the sun falling in slanted pools across my fallen treasures. Out here I dance with evening's shadows.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><br />I've been studying faded maps and tracing voyages across the parchment. One day I'll see the world. Countless more nights to go. By then, the moonbeams would have buried me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Image from <a href="http://i-heart.tumblr.com/">iHeart</a> on Tumblr. </span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-40562190462151252432010-11-21T11:37:00.000-08:002010-11-21T11:48:44.744-08:00Hidden<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-IlyF8PWCCs_WhP9omZ9i_BxRwsHkyR1qKl6GX6ETGU-bdY_HvVw03Cupl0-XQVbVQ0Zjs51xvMnWwMvjJ4Bycoavm-5IEIv2v1MJC0P341vUXEr4lkTU5n0PAdbvQjUFaWpT4eY_0Q8/s1600/tumblr_kzimr5YnPM1qa2txho1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-IlyF8PWCCs_WhP9omZ9i_BxRwsHkyR1qKl6GX6ETGU-bdY_HvVw03Cupl0-XQVbVQ0Zjs51xvMnWwMvjJ4Bycoavm-5IEIv2v1MJC0P341vUXEr4lkTU5n0PAdbvQjUFaWpT4eY_0Q8/s320/tumblr_kzimr5YnPM1qa2txho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091826447600354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's the hiding that frightens me. Sometimes, when I stare into the looking glass, I catch a shadowy glimmer–– there, in the eyes. A ghost buried deep within, hovering from view like a long lost secret, covered beneath the dusts of time. It scurries away from my beckoning fingers, nestling out of sight; a whisper, always locked away, forever hidden.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/461567504/via-thingssheloves">Things She Loves</a></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://thingssheloves.tumblr.com/"></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;"> on Tumblr. </span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-72502373275086346402010-11-11T18:03:00.000-08:002010-11-11T21:37:45.590-08:00Fading<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRx1iiaDDpG4DEceM9zNE7CRYoT4AiZMEcq6q5RTcgXiBwM3uxk_Wkexo05jfubOecUoLEP071Ts0ezXTAmHgplU4A0AbPHVZyBJvRmK_BjFtEkcXwN-Qg-NthkWNm6bgPWGVRHmKlPdmq/s1600/tumblr_l8zwy1vbKU1qa3aq2o1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRx1iiaDDpG4DEceM9zNE7CRYoT4AiZMEcq6q5RTcgXiBwM3uxk_Wkexo05jfubOecUoLEP071Ts0ezXTAmHgplU4A0AbPHVZyBJvRmK_BjFtEkcXwN-Qg-NthkWNm6bgPWGVRHmKlPdmq/s320/tumblr_l8zwy1vbKU1qa3aq2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538531324511775266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The colors are melting away, leaving behind a greying black and white world. Lost souls sleepwalking through the streets take no notice; but I am not content with the consuming night. </span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Image from <a href="http://november-princess.tumblr.com/post/1193257940">Lula and Lace</a> on Tumblr. </span> </div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-35801846121709278492010-10-27T12:27:00.000-07:002010-10-27T20:58:30.558-07:00Tomorrow<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRRvi3Gob83Mb7DRFJ27VIbXi5ayCSbWqgydMNiZXBZPbTkIMG2l2ETubrEZkh6NFtnwO7dRVSCYz9hxS0jbUyVZ-z550tNb8M1KDjH2SfKRTrzCNjsIkzLTkgEH3XISGpoBzt_mHRRSh/s1600/tumblr_kzzty9XsZo1qb9ixao1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRRvi3Gob83Mb7DRFJ27VIbXi5ayCSbWqgydMNiZXBZPbTkIMG2l2ETubrEZkh6NFtnwO7dRVSCYz9hxS0jbUyVZ-z550tNb8M1KDjH2SfKRTrzCNjsIkzLTkgEH3XISGpoBzt_mHRRSh/s320/tumblr_kzzty9XsZo1qb9ixao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532938395650531442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomorrow, you said, sealing the promise. Tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The clock on the mantle has stopped ticking. The thick silence presses all around me, suffocating my heart and seeping into my lungs. Outside the wind has ceased and all is still; the earth is expecting you too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">y fingers linger on the window pane. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">They told me to stop searching but I couldn't listen. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I keep waiting,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> passing through an endless string of midnights; but tomorrow has never come.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/479247911/via-widesmile">positivelypresent</a> on Tumblr. </span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-83263028659162475092010-10-17T12:48:00.000-07:002010-10-17T18:13:56.467-07:00Wings<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTIBDHae93IsiTsmOPCCRR3eGC3rQ2NtAotDM36sgRwvvq5RGxd4SXKK1E6dyOJrzj7iLKOFkFoMkZx5hlV9fH4Jn3UOMpK0QhQU0GDtXhDTcfmBBX6LfMvRDi3UIEDFUy846wUQFhzDi/s1600/tumblr_l05frsJbn61qa9448o1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTIBDHae93IsiTsmOPCCRR3eGC3rQ2NtAotDM36sgRwvvq5RGxd4SXKK1E6dyOJrzj7iLKOFkFoMkZx5hlV9fH4Jn3UOMpK0QhQU0GDtXhDTcfmBBX6LfMvRDi3UIEDFUy846wUQFhzDi/s320/tumblr_l05frsJbn61qa9448o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529186981234849842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">My dreams are fragile butterfly wings, a flutter inside my heart. The world tries to steal them, blow them away with the Autumn wind. What they don't realize is that, once born, my dreams can never be caged. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />I will not be confined to the ground; I have grown wings. I stand towards the topaz sun, my arms outstretched, unafraid. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image from </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/505817316/oneiricheart-skippingwithsunflower-via">positivelypresent</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> on Tumblr. </span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-39987044568602846222010-10-10T20:00:00.000-07:002010-10-10T20:06:13.464-07:00Once<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZJ2ijUGt4h2RysHuphJZyS5lmmpfT-_iCZNmp_6GKGJbq9UQJ9_28uN65XK9jGgjZkuJPHiR9hGBRj3htDo813LPkDv4lKSybaDGaipUXMIFI0sS4bUFNG_7hFHoMiuTZ32PvHLpkef7/s1600/tumblr_l8r2j5dulS1qdwetoo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZJ2ijUGt4h2RysHuphJZyS5lmmpfT-_iCZNmp_6GKGJbq9UQJ9_28uN65XK9jGgjZkuJPHiR9hGBRj3htDo813LPkDv4lKSybaDGaipUXMIFI0sS4bUFNG_7hFHoMiuTZ32PvHLpkef7/s400/tumblr_l8r2j5dulS1qdwetoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526619185702326210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image from <a href="http://positivelypresent.tumblr.com/post/1207363800">positivelypresent</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-52144074839096030152010-10-09T06:15:00.000-07:002011-01-11T21:08:24.091-08:00Nightdreams<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuJA2J6x8QydnnmH647WlRwZSNoGMCrnT3qSPdE5SXOaw8TcqK7UOqFyT5SRnRrnXhtzbipSemL5POcBENE0eVbWZegbz7V_bCTSVs6NcBEcQQ1ovT2-FHxjU4sAQksVZRq3NmEjFzCAh/s1600/tumblr_l7keb74cuv1qz4ep2o1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuJA2J6x8QydnnmH647WlRwZSNoGMCrnT3qSPdE5SXOaw8TcqK7UOqFyT5SRnRrnXhtzbipSemL5POcBENE0eVbWZegbz7V_bCTSVs6NcBEcQQ1ovT2-FHxjU4sAQksVZRq3NmEjFzCAh/s320/tumblr_l7keb74cuv1qz4ep2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561161421381504930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Magic hangs in drapes across my eyelids.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In yesterday’s nightdreams I was the Sugar Plum Fairy dancing on a glittered stage, bathed in prisms of rainbow sunlight. Tomorrow I shall transform into </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">a swan, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">framed in soft feathers and </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">dipped in the silvery moon</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image found from <a href="http://november-princess.tumblr.com/post/1089599197/aestheticlolita-fairytaleglamour">aestheticlolita</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-21892495293698409942010-10-07T22:07:00.000-07:002011-01-11T21:14:03.011-08:00Shadows<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGTqjr0qJTnjXoDQiGpS23pR3PLpZcSaUurGDp5rARfwF2rjzayBisSLmn-J-xZP_H3LV5umR14jZST_37vbJ8hvHmxqunw_ye4_ArJrRrquB96CYyhNXDxiKWMZYwZXxIJpQQibBj4ZW/s1600/tumblr_l8s9emY1Tg1qay9xeo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGTqjr0qJTnjXoDQiGpS23pR3PLpZcSaUurGDp5rARfwF2rjzayBisSLmn-J-xZP_H3LV5umR14jZST_37vbJ8hvHmxqunw_ye4_ArJrRrquB96CYyhNXDxiKWMZYwZXxIJpQQibBj4ZW/s320/tumblr_l8s9emY1Tg1qay9xeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561160881722534450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Autumn’s breath is descending, coating my skin. My fingers are sticky with carmel and night’s dust are speckles on my eyelids.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Outside, ghosts wander through the fog, phantoms in the night. I light a fire in the hearth to keep their shadows away. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image found from <a href="http://ragsandtatters.tumblr.com/post/1125804459">ragsandtatters</a> on Tumblr. </span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-69344031430641206602010-10-03T15:39:00.000-07:002010-10-04T16:12:46.546-07:00Vapor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGNwgAQr2IUH47kc3Vp-S4ylbArSpNvAKCEMRumdSQiYCDKI2Zfv8Cv9Cbm2ztYqqKsIvwPUTluukN3uks53q3N9Ue660BvmWDlqWZ4lj1LuoCbYJ_G5jCABm9Wq8Zttxkc5dJaiZW69u/s1600/tumblr_l6yoyks5QJ1qaf8v2o1_500.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGNwgAQr2IUH47kc3Vp-S4ylbArSpNvAKCEMRumdSQiYCDKI2Zfv8Cv9Cbm2ztYqqKsIvwPUTluukN3uks53q3N9Ue660BvmWDlqWZ4lj1LuoCbYJ_G5jCABm9Wq8Zttxkc5dJaiZW69u/s320/tumblr_l6yoyks5QJ1qaf8v2o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524325253949828946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes I am lost, an evaporating vapor in ocean mist. I've misplaced a part of my soul. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Image: "Hedgehog in the Fog" by <a href="http://foxandfayvel.tumblr.com/">FoxandFayvel</a> on Tumblr. </span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-18233969836450232662010-09-21T12:59:00.000-07:002010-10-04T16:13:42.200-07:00Fairy Dust<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAgS4XSyp_Ds_SNuLd4GLmwhPG_cM1s_3GMpHPZcc7qwPvlhNjsRk6x3eWk-4xwFogW6JPfblTH2AymiZejz4VpTduVkVsPnfdg-28IWXhI29_2CEio8ZMt20OP9FmYD3kLEVcwxTnuVG/s1600/tumblr_l6us8qHDiv1qaw43ko1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAgS4XSyp_Ds_SNuLd4GLmwhPG_cM1s_3GMpHPZcc7qwPvlhNjsRk6x3eWk-4xwFogW6JPfblTH2AymiZejz4VpTduVkVsPnfdg-28IWXhI29_2CEio8ZMt20OP9FmYD3kLEVcwxTnuVG/s320/tumblr_l6us8qHDiv1qaw43ko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524319894977484594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >I still remember how to get to Neverland, but some days I've forgotten how to fly. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Fairy dust slips through my fingers; I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">I won't stop believing. I can't.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image: Posted by <a href="http://folkteeth.tumblr.com">Folkteeth</a> on Tumblr. </span><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157853949237413935.post-75820959917507746932010-09-09T05:00:00.000-07:002010-10-04T15:42:41.465-07:00Silence<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve lost my voice. It drifted away, tempted by the wind, into the vast and dark universe. I try to call for it, but out of my mouth falls only silence; sad, lonely silence. I can feel words inside me, trapped in shackles; they’re burning on my tongue, ready to burst from my lungs.</span></span><br /> </div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0