hazeleyedfae
It wasn't that obvious to Ian and myself that we had a lot more presents than we thought; or that our combined families actually went out of their way to take care of our needs this year. But with the medical bills and everything else (plus the wedding earlier this year)... I am so thankful for both sides. Now, more than ever, I think it is obvious how much we are blessed.
P.S. Yay, I got a vacuum!
It's not practical to cry about things one has no control over, it is true... I tell myself that, anyway. But I've never been a logical creature, and that's why I cry. Because for all my creativity, I can't heal the hurt done to logical people. And I don't understand why that is, and why the logical people accept that. That shouldn't be practical at all.
"That's all I want, really. At the end of the day, a giant bonfire. And around that fire, are people who just succeeded and also failed. And around that fire they tell stories. They drink, eat, and tell stories. About my plot. And how it changed their real lives for the better. That would be serene." "I think you mean picturesque." "...shut up."
"Every once in a while, I wonder if cats aren't just being the World's Biggest Jerks to us. I mean, I stick it to them, of course. What do they need their whiskers for, anyway?" ...and that's when I hailed a cab and went home.
"What kind of costume are you going to be wearing for the Black & White?" he asked. "I don't know. Alex is making my boa... so maybe that'll be it." "...aren't you married?" "Oh, right. I should go in a sack."
"No good. I can't reach the table," he grumbled, sitting back down with his back against the chair leg. "I told you not to drink or eat anything in Faerie!" she scolded him. "It said 'Drink Me'! What the hell did you think I was going to do?"
"Octopus? Really?" "Well, it's more like a giant squid," I tried explaining to Pavis. "Listen, there are too many tentacles in the Realms; we have to think of something different?" And that's when I slapped him with sushi.
"Put on a sweater if you're that damn cold." I shivered under the blankets... I wasn't cold. I was just sick. But I couldn't let him know that. If I did, he'd never leave. And quite frankly, I'd had enough of 'over-bearing relatives' for one week.
"Really? Sunlight again?" ...I'm growing tired of this word. Not sunlight itself. I love that one. But twice in one day for oneword is weird. Three times is *ugh* in my mind. That's right. I typed *ugh*.
I wish the sunlight would stay in your heart after we part. When you're alone and suffering, and then make it sound like its no big deal, you inadvertently take all the sunlight from us as well. But you don't use it to warm your heart... you lose it. Drop it. Fumble it. Do you need to be taught how to keep sunlight in your hand, in your head, in your heart? Why did nobody teach you that sunlight loves everything it touches, even you?
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