“‘give me something of hers,’ he squawked. ‘and i will help you.’
all i could think of was the red dress i bought you so long ago. it hung in the closet; it still held your shape. i pressed my face into it, but your smell had gone. i fed it, inch by inch, out the window, and the rook took it with his curved beak.
“‘forget her forever, that is my help,’ he squawked. ‘but if you cannot, let me keep the dress. she is my family. i will look on it and remember her. it would not be the first time some good has come from remembering.’
"i did not want to, masha, but i gave him the dress."
It is the summer of ‘07. Royal forums are celebrating the breaking up of William and Catherine when…
Rhett/Scarlett + Moments (Part 1)
I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you.
my interpretation of Elsa’s “Let it go”