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There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Gateways to Paganism: Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

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Twisted Princess : les héroïnes de Disney plus démoniaques que jamais

Calling all fantasy and sci-fi writers! Do you often have problem with plot…

Breaking Down The Hero's Journey Plot Structure (tips for fantasy & sci-fi writers)

She's All That– A 90's movie everyone's seen and enjoyed. Because all it takes to make the awkward nerd pretty is a pair of contacts and some tweezers!

She's All That– A 90's movie everyone's seen and enjoyed. Because all it takes to make the awkward nerd pretty is a pair of contacts and some tweezers!

Did anyone else get pissed as a kid when the girl from she's all that changed her style?! She was rockin her before look.

30 Most Romantic Movies of All Time

Did anyone else get pissed as a kid when the girl from she's all that changed her style?! She was rockin her before look.

There were flowers in her hair and ice in her veins. The frailty and delicacy, her pretty pink lips and rosy cheeks, all a façade. Her ribs, a steel cage, bound tightly her wild heart that seeped darkness, the blood that would pour from her fingertips pricked by thorns, reeked of cloying sweetness. The apple of her mother’s eyes, always ripe for the picking, high hanging fruit filled with temptation. Her beauty was her curse, her naivety her downfall. With thunderous hooves and the…

There were flowers in her hair and ice in her veins. The frailty and delicacy, her pretty pink lips and rosy cheeks, all a façade. Her ribs, a steel cage, bound tightly her wild heart that seeped darkness, the blood that would pour from her fingertips pricked by thorns, reeked of cloying sweetness. The apple of her mother’s eyes, always ripe for the picking, high hanging fruit filled with temptation. Her beauty was her curse, her naivety her downfall. With thunderous hooves and the…

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