He kissed me
From so many miles away
Never coming within a breath of me
Never touching my lips
He kissed me on my most vulnerable…
Trace this rune on a doorway or the ground in front of you (or a body part):
“I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire…
I love all your gorgeous pictures, but my favorite by far is the one of your beautiful face obscured by your gorgeous, wild nature-child hair adorned with magic snowflakes, freshly fallen from the heavens like little diamonds finding you and saying you are the fairy princess.