#princess aesehtic

[crymeariveronceagain]

A Biana Vacker Aesthetic Because I Am In The Mood(tm).

They try to feed you lines that you have to memorize You always hide behind your Wizard of Oz disguise Do you even have a brain? You're sticking to a page You're faking all your pain, yeah, you're bleeding on a stage

I never signed up for your drama Up for your drama, up for your drama club

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth; I love your majesty according to my bond; neither more nor less.

She is herself a dowry.

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

Sing to me the song of the stars Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again

What drink’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison’d flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! Think’st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation? Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s knee, Command the health of it? 

Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.

This is not black and white There are no clear solutions I'm just trying to get it right And in spite of all I should've done

I was not mad at you I was not trying to tear you down The words that I could've used I was too scared to say out loud If I cannot break your fall I'll pick you up right off the ground If you felt invisible I won't let you feel that now

Know they're cutting you deep Feel the scars in your sleep What didn't kill us made us stronger Stories left on our skin Wear them with everything What didn't kill us made us stronger

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

Drama Club, by Melanie Martinez // King Lear, by William Shakespeare // Nightmare, by Halsey // Only Hope, by Mandy Moore // Henry V, by William Shakespeare // Macbeth, by William Shakespeare // Invisible, by Linkin Park // Scars, by Tove Lo //