and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
My last fright, our last fright.
When it comes I'll look away,
Begin to pray, I'm that afraid;
No, it's not a play.
When you see, you'll feel all you've done to me.
How I came to be, how I split in 3.
Just be sure to always remember me.
Now I'm ready,
Can't feel greedy.
Goodbye, here comes the levity;
To see me free,
From all the cheating, thieving, leaving,
All need me, just hear me, can't see me, goodbye lovely.
When do the angels come as a clutch?
Falling on downwards with no malice intentions.
Too late for the blessings of a reverend.
Into dim nothings the hate swells away,
On through trenched hallways your fate begins to say...
No more, or all...
Aunt May was out working her double-shift, Peter was asleep in his room and you? Well, you were busy on the net looking for a way to solve your brothers' web-shooters so he could face Max Dillion. But your plans will be put on hold when, your long-time friend, Harry Osborn throws snowballs at your window ... what could he want at this time of night?
You sat in your bed with your laptop perfectly poised to rest on your lap and a mug of cocoa, which Peter had made earlier, to the side. The fairy lights in your room emitted a soft sunset yellow and purple light on the walls. Your blanket covered your legs to keep from the cold, even though you were still wearing socks.
You were busy looking up ways in which Peter’s web shooters would not explode against Electro while your brother slept peacefully next door. Aunt May had gone to the hospital for a double-shift even though you had insisted against it, purely out of concern for your mother-like aunt.
2. His eyes
3. His laugh
4. His voice
5. His hands
6. His protective arms
7. His hugs
8. His kisses
9. His sarcasm
10. The way he strokes my cheek
11. The way he plays with my hair
12. The way he just watches me
13. The way he holds me when I'm scared
14. The way he holds my hand as we walk
15. His little concentrated look when he plays the guitar
16. His enthusiasm
17. The way he daydreams
18. The look he gives me when he just wakes up
19. The way he just cuddles me when I'm tired
20. The softness in his eyes when he's worried about me
21. The way he worries about me
22. The way he tells me everything
23. The way he kisses me to shut me up
24. The way his hand always finds mine
25. The gentleness of his touch
26. The way he cares for me
27. His disappointed face
28. The way he doesn't care how hyper or crazy I am
29. The way he kisses my neck
30. The way he looks when he's standing on the doorstep
31. The way he never wants to say goodbye
32. The way he always finds time
Nienawiści i nawiści,
Wszelkie szczęścia zawiłości...
Ach, korzyści, niekorzyści!
Miłość sprawą jest nieprostą.
Ją zrozumieć - wyczyn duży.
Paradoksy, nieścisłości -
Czasem ciszą wynik burzy.
Więc czy warto ryzykować?
Poświecenie warte sprawy?
W takie gówno się pakować...?
Bez ryzyka brak zabawy!
If it ever reoccurs, know I'll be here by your side.
I'll stick by you when you think you've lost it all.
I'll be here for you to catch you if you fall.
I'll try to help you in any possible way I can.
If you'll just let me in, let me be part of the plan.
I want the best for you, for everything to be okay.
I don't want you to feel down at the end of the day.
Don't think that it's not possible for you to change.
It may happen slowly, but it's in your range.
You're not worthless or a lost cause in my eyes.
You're so much more, almost like a prize.
If something ever happens, I know we'll make it through.
Because what I'm really trying to say is, I believe in you.
I'd put on high heels,
Just to see how tall I can be,
I'd go shopping with the gals,
And max out my credit card.
We'd talk about boys,
And I'd play it cool
If I see him looking my way.
If I were a girl
I'd pull him from his buddies,
drag him away till we're alone,
and just sit and stare at his eyes.
I'd shrug off his playful insults,
And trap his compliments in my ears.
I'd realize that the hours spent in front of the mirror are useless,
that the reflection brings out a pessimistic side in me,
And I'd realize, every minute spent in front of my lifeless doppelganger,
Is another minute I can spend with him.
If I were a girl
I'd push those makeup products to the side of the dresser,
Until most of them fall in and around the trash bin,
Because I'd know when he strokes my cheek, or when he kisses me,
He wants to feel me with his touch, not a cosmetic mask,
And he doesn't want to pull away with a taste of peach on his lips.
I'd watch him wait out
Arthur tightened his arms around his knees as he sat in the dirt. Usually, the gentleman would have shunned the man who ruined his trousers by wallowing in such filth. But Arthur was so angry and repulsed, he was unable to think about his gentlemanly instincts first before sitting on the earth in his garden.
Anyone who could have watched Arthur sit on the ground would have thought he was crazy. He was speaking to a few of his faithful friends who lived in the rose bush. They were too small to fly around in the open, because their wings were very delicate. Also, they were annoyed at how many people thought they didn't exist. The thought of that fact made Arthur's anger worsen.
"I mean, I can't believe he would just " He looked down at his lap, thinking of the words to say. He let out a loud breath and continued. "Just embarrass me like that in front of the whole world! He sat there at the end of the table during the meeting and flat out said to everyone in that
" My name is Brooke Hollis. I am children's literature graduate student and Expository Writing instructor at Kansas State University and am currently doing a study on portrayals of Snape's character in different mediums (novel, film, video games, etc) and the character's rise in popularity.
I was wondering if you might be able to tell me a bit about when you became a fan, why you like the character so much (I, too, am a big Snape fan!), etc.
If you can answer these questions at all it would be greatly appreciated and helpful for my paper.
Thank you so much for your time ! "
11 November 2010
8 Days till the Deathly Hallows I premier
At first, I hope you don't mind I just called you Brooke. Since I expect every Snape fan to be a sort of
I gaze down onto his sleeping face.
When I look at him,
I think that,
he's the most beautiful creature on this earth.
I can't imagine why,
why he would choose to stay with me.
He's so perfect.
He makes me laugh,
he makes me cry.
He makes me feel
what I've never felt before.
Every emotion comes alive.
I hold his hand
and never want to let go.
I can't imagine never having
I want to wake up every morning
and see that perfect face next to mine.
I want to feel what I'm feeling now with only him, and no one else.
I want to be a part of every
aspect of his life.
If I didn't have him,
I think I would stop breathing.
i love you Russell....
Ach, życie bym zań oddała!
Ja też mu byłam kimś bliskim,
Tak strzała Amora chciała.
Z czasem wszystko przeminęło.
Nogi za pas i uciekło.
Choć uczucie już zniknęło,
Zostawiło w spadku piekło.
Moje serce, no cóż, szlocha.
Nadal nie wiem, co się stało.
Czasem myślę sobie - kochać
to po prostu jest zbyt mało.
It's like that project we did in seventh grade. Where we had to drop an egg from a ladder and keep it from cracking.
you pad it and try to keep it in place in the hopes that when you drop it, you won't see yellow goo sliding out. And you wait and you wait and you watch it as it falls, praying it won't crack. The more you watch the more you think and the more padding you wish you had added. So as you prepare you add more and more padding so that when the time comes to drop it, you won't dread it as much.
Well that's what I did. I knew it was possible my egg might need not be dropped. But more likely it might. And I knew that when it did it might crack. So I prepared. I padded and made sure it was firmly in place. I checked and I wondered and I became ready. So when it dropped, it hit the padding I supplied, and it bounced back- unbroken.
And this way there was only one person I could blame if it broke. Not the egg- it
to Blue Hill.
I kiss the gravestones
and breathe in the hands of ghosts
listening for the echo
of their voices in my bones.
Our tears fall for him
like the scales of fish;
the sweet taste of wax jambu
that lingers on the tongue.
and I love him for his words,
like so many others,
dripping poetry into his hands.
It's not his fading heart we feel,
it's the sound of his soul.
and we trace the empty pages
waiting helplessly for his pen
to bring us into the light.
I'm not the perfect girl that's quirky and sweet and just right,
I'm not the dancer or singer that steals your heart without you even realizing.
I'm not pretty or skinny or good looking or graceful.
I'm plain, I'm ordinary, and I blend into the crowd.
I'm not the puzzle piece that fits "just right".
And I'm not messed up.
I don't hurt or starve myself.
If you dump me I won't kill myself.
I don't do illegal things and don't want to.
I'm not in danger or peril.
I don't even get bullied at school.
You can't save me.
I don't know who would want me,
And those I can imagine would scare me half to death.
So I'm giving up for now. I'm young, I can afford to wait.
I just hope I'm not too late.