Saturday, June 16, 2012

Dear You...

        Would you love me forever, even though I'm imperfect, and even though I make mistakes - bad mistakes?
        Would you tell me I'm not okay when I say I am, and try to talk to me when I'm not telling you how I feel?
        Would you try to understand, even when I'm angry? Will you tell me when I'm being selfish, and help me to become better?
        Would you talk to me, and tell me what's on your mind? If your heart has been hurt before, would you let me help heal it?
        Would you help me keep us amazing? Keep wanting to be with me even after we've been together for a long time?
        Would you pray with me every morning, and read the Bible with me?
         I'm not asking you to be perfect... just to let me love you forever - after all, you are that special someone.

         Whoever you are.

          If we haven't met yet... wait for me. I don't know you. And even if you *are* in my life, whether nearby or far away, I still have to learn more about you.
          Just wait for me.
          I'll be there to ease your aches and help you unpack.
          I'll be there to love you.
          Just wait...


When Life Starts to Look Like This...

    .... you know you've gone mad. ^_^

Okay, I'm kidding. It's an adorable picture. >.<
Sometimes I feel like that: to much to do, not enough hands to do it with, and still dancing along without a clue as to what's going on with a ditsy grin on my face - my friends can testify.
In fact, I was with a friend a few weeks back down in Georgia, walking around at the outlet mall, and completely on random, took hold of a post as I was walking and swung around it, falling back into step behind him.
I blinked.
"That was ditsy. Sorry."
He just grins, says it was cute, and keeps walking. I'm thinking, "... he just found out I'm crazy. Yay. There's someone else who will now give me a polite smile every time I do something dumb and then go on with their lives, mentally wondering if I'm sane." >.<
Ah, well. What can I say...

There. That's my excuse! ^_^
And - HEY! GET BACK HERE! *jumps up and leaves chair spinning as Viktor goes flying by, screaming like the madman he is* You crazy book character! Where d'you think you're going?! *finally catches him by grabbing his arm*
He points in the direction of my quote, eyes wide.
"So THAT'S what you're doing to me! You're saying I'm imperfect?"
*lets him go and steps back*
Yes, you *are* imperfect. That's why you're absolutely gorgeous. Get over it.
"But - " *cuts him off by squeezing him in a hug*
Go on, genius. Make my day.
"Uhm... what?"
*grabs his hand*
Lets go get lunch!
"Uh - "
Sorry, Viktor - you know I'm going to baby you.
"UH..." *blinks* "... Okay."
*hits publish and waves you all off*
My apologies, chaps. If I get a chance to talk with my characters, I must take it. It's always enlightening. ^_^ BYE!
*meets Viktor at the door*
"C'mon! What're you hungry for?"
"Uh... " *pushes hand through brown hair* "Scrambled eggs."
What? No strawberries?
*laughs his deep laugh, pulling car keys from his pocket*
"Uh, no... not today."
Me: *bolts towards the car*
I'm driving!
*Viktor throws himself against the driver's side door, keeping me from opening it*
"You're a minor!"
I am NOT! I'll be eighteen in less than two months!
"... that's a minor."
Just 'cause you're older doesn't make me a minor.
*crickets in background as we stare each other down*
*is not sure if I can take his intense stare*
...oh FINE. DRIVE. Be that way.
"I will," he smirks, stepping into the car. "Thanks."


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Life in Pictures

 (a skeleton sketch of Tom Hiddleston - finished product in the drawings section.)