I long for love and light, but must it come so cruel, must it be so bright?

“It was deep into his firey heart, he took the dust of Joan of Arc, and then she clearly understood, if he was fire, she must be wood.”  My Disney princess result: none of them. I ain’t gonna be in your posse, girl.

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