HOPELESS DAYDREAMER. A SHY BEING. LOVES FLOWERS - PERIOD DRAMAS - OLD BOOKS - PRE-RAPHAELITE ART - CELTIC FAIRY TALES- CANDLE LIGHTS - PERFUMES - MIDNIGHT TEA PARTIES - SOFT BLANKETS - WARM BATHS - AUTUMN MORNINGS - SPRING NIGHTS - THE SOUND OF FALLING RAIN - ROBINS - MISTY WOODS - THE MOON - SIDEBURNS - LULLABIES - CHOCOLATE - DREAMY SONGS - SEXY CHEEKBONES - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - VINCENT VAN GOGH - CHARLES DICKENS - FRUIT CAKE - CHRISTMAS LIGHTS - CATS - MUSIC BOXES - ROMANCE - SOLITUDE - THE WINDY MOORS. 

I am an old soul.

I am too full of love.

I am lost.

I will survive.

― P 

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“The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.”

— Alfred Edward Housman