You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.
Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?
She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.
The Swendish queen— whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life.
Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.
P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?