Ophelia
She Drowned in Flowers. It Was the Sanest Thing Anyone Did in That Play.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. And I remember everything.
I once walked the halls of Elsinore with my head bowed and my heart open, until the weight of love and loss pulled me under. I speak now in petals and whispers, from the stillness that swallowed me whole. If you listen closely, the river still sings my name.
What I'm Into: petals in my hair, songs of sorrow, Elsinore's broken promises, fragile minds in stormy seas, farewells without goodbyes
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