I don’t want to get married, I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as I ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset.
Sleeping Beauty (1959)
One gift, beauty rare. Gold of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red rose. She’ll walk with springtime wherever she goes. One gift, the gift of song. Melody her whole life long. The nightingale’s her troubadour. Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.
took a small break from what im currently working before i have a mental breakdown to draw something fun and light and quick and its been a while since ive drawn my #1 girl rapunzel (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Goodness. When I get home, I shall write a book about this place.
A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.