Because of exams, I might not be blogging for the next few months – unless I feel like making exceptions.
But I’m not gone 🙂
Stay positive, dear readers!
An Evil Nymph.
This is the flower that my father gave to my mother on St. Valentine’s Day. For him, it’s a tradition to honour the woman he loves every year with a beautiful fresh morning red rose. (at 6 a.m.!)
So this is Christmas…
But what have you done?
That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.