May 2011
19 posts
“No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds, well used, is a lifetime.”
—Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium
Whisper, wispy cloudy secrets.
Silent promises within our hearts.
Earthly, unearthly, lies and sighs.
Hold me, stay, linger.
Catch me, watch me.
Dance, slip, slide, fall from your arms.
Like droplets of rain and granules of sand.
All my favorite sorts of words in one paragraph. Mmm.
One of those days, when all I want to do, is watch You Got Mail. Oh, and place teacups on my belly and pretend I’m Winnie the Pooh, eating honey, when really, all I will ever be is a skinny, stressed out moonchild.
…One day, I’m going to camp inside a library and hopefully get locked inside for the night.
Wait scratch that, what if a psycho comes after me?
Just saying hi. :D
I want pizza. Wholesome, thin crust, with four different cheeses layered and melting, fresh mushrooms tossed in garlic and olive oil, roasted turkey or chicken to go with it. Black olives and bell peppers, ringing the edges. Less tomatoes and more spinach to go with it, shredded and delicately steaming. Oh please, please, please.
