“It’s late,” he said again, murmuring,
almost crooning now, his voice
smoother than silk.
“Sleep, my Bella.
Dream happy dreams.
You are the only one who
has ever touched my heart.
It will always be yours.
Sleep, my only love.”
(Edward Cullen, Eclipse, Chapter 8, p.195)
“Do you want me to sing to you?
I’ll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.”
(Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 6, P.105)
I’m thankful.
Thankful for having an honorable man,
worthy of respect and admiration in my life.
x.
“He came to rest with the side of his face pressed
tenderly against my chest. Listening to my heart.”
(Bella Swan, Twilight Chapter 13, p.276)
I have the boys over today:
Sinatra, Martin, Bing, and Darin.
x.
Mother and Father,
Wishing you the best on your “China-gifts-recieving” day.
Happy 20th Anniversary.
Here’s to a bazillion more.
All things fuzzy,
Your only offspring.
(verbatim: as seen on the card to my parental units)
I was trying the artsy and inspired
by how horrific this week was idea.
As I sat to begin some “art” I didn’t
realize the sharpened colored pencils
were right beside me…
You know, for a “smart girl,” I really wonder…
…my hand moved to quickly and I felt
a piercing pain on my right ring finger.
I looked down and there’s blood pouring
out of my finger and as I sat there puzzled
I realized I’d been accidentally stabbed
by Roseart Sunshine Yellow.
I can’t begin to describe the pain.
The little ones always hurt the worst.
(Ironic, no?)
Needless to say, I jumped out of bed,
blood dripping down my hand, washed
the cut (obscenely large for its origin),
and wrapped it in a Barbie bandaid.
I walked back to my room laughing
at the stupidity of the event,
which marks my first official day
as a Christmas break bum…
Unless you count the New York Times
crossword puzzle, but that’s just norm.
So I gave the art and settled for my
usual therapy: a Venti Quad Shot
Dolce Cinnamon Skinny Latte.
Quite frankly, as much as it hurts,
it’s great to know that I finally have time.
Even if it’s just to get stabbed.
It’s lovely. I love the holidays.
I wish I could read your mind. Inspect your mind and read your heart.
I wish I could read your mind, inspect your heart, and sing you a song.
Maybe then you’d understand.
you still have the ability to make me cry.
how poetic.
x.
Being a polyglot is fun! Especially when you need a self esteem boost.
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