“‘Child,’ said the Lion, ‘I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.’” (C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy) Imagine walking through the woods on a cloudy night. The sky draws in close to you like a velvet cape, shrouding the trees in misty darkness. The...
I’ve spent a lot of my life scared. It’s sad but true. I’m a worrier by nature, the kind of person who considers every possibility and checks the locks on the doors multiple times. I don’t want to be like that. It’s my dream to be like Lucy Pevensie from Narnia – a warrior princess...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.