Maternity

Christine's right. I do have a weird capacity for this stuff.
Am I too nice?

Soft Implications

Crepes With blueberry sauce

In You r cozy little kitchen

The By window over the garden

Mornings My friends 

Would Side with the young

Be My laugher my light

More Darling memories to love

Delicious Dear might i have your recipe?

if its on tumblr it might as well end up here too.

So......

I was wrong. My heart didn't start beating at the opening. I wasn't excited at all. I was having a lot of fun, but there wasn't that feeling of excitement. It could have been any epic movie.

Until Dobby apparates everyone back to Shell Cottage.

He was so tiny and frail, with his big doe-y eyes gone so sleepy, it was horrifyingly reminiscent of my mom in her final days. That obviously got me crying. Then, it hit me again that Mom, who loved the books so much, didn't live to see the 7th book. Something she enjoyed so much went unfinished for her. That's cruel.
But that tiny, helpless frame of a body looking at you with huge eyes, struggling for the air to speak will haunt me forever. There's no running from it. Its now a part of who I am. Always.

Freaky

Its really freaky that the beginning to the end of an era for me - the reason I had a shred of sanity to cultivate back into my humanity - has yet to elicit a legitimate emotional reaction for me. I should have been pissing my pants all week. I would say I'm distracted, but that's not the issue. It simply hasn't gotten a rise out of me. Harry Potter was the light of my childhood and the blood and oxygen of my tweens. I don't understand my apathy.

Ah, maybe my heart will race when the lights in the theater dim. I'll get back to you in a few hours.

Waiting for a name. lol.

we opened our skulls
and a felt so dull
compared to vivid dancing
oh so entrancing
am i substantial?       [is this stanza total crap? i can't decide]

don't cry
don't cry
just look at the sky
and wait for the rain to come
the sweet sensation
will build you a nation
transcribed only for your pleasure

like victorian wives
our hearts reside
inside of glass cases
never for love, only for faces
who would want a pulse?

don't cry

don't cry

just look at the sky

and wait for the rain to come

the sweet sensation

will build you a nation

transcribed only for your pleasure

please have no fear

and love will appear

to consume you in conflagration

you mustn't live in stagnation

why is beauty so frightening?

don't cry

don't cry

just look at the sky

and wait for the rain to come

the sweet sensation

will build you a nation

transcribed only for your pleasure

transcribed only for your pleasure

transcribed only for your pleasure