before this river becomes an ocean
1 - 
...go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah...
Again - I love The Guardian.
2 - I figured out why Atonement affected me so much. Or how to explain it, at least.
In the novel, I was upset about Robbie and Cecilia.
In the movie, I was upset for them.
3 - I am a domestic goddess! I have just successfully made blackberry cobbler. Mmmmmmm.
4 - Downside to being a domestic goddess? My wee little kitchen. Any and all baking adventures always end with me in my cut-offs and a tank top.
5 - Only four more working days until VACATION!
6 - When I was hunting for Atonement icons last night, I found some Me Without You ones. I cannot textually render my excitement. My movie! That no one else has even seen! Whee!
7 - Queen of Babble Gets Hitched!
24 June.
keenai - you're going to hold my hand, right? Eep.
8 - One day this fic will be finished. In the meantime, have some more.
She has the most astonishing thought the first time they kiss. Beyond the white noise and whining ‘OhGodOhGodOhGod’, there is the initial, visceral ‘We can’t.’
We CAN’T.
It rings true, it is right; it is everything she has ever thought to believe. But it is followed, immediately, by ‘Why not?’
That is the thought that makes her push him back, hands on his chest and her own chest heaving. It is looking into his (wide, dilated) eyes, feeling her heart try to thump out of her ribcage, seeing his own pound at the base of his throat, immediately after and thinking, ‘Well, why the hell not?’ that turns her world on its axis.
And because this is Harry, her Harry, she opens her mouth and says just that. Lets it loose into the world - ‘Why can’t we?’
He is staring at her, flushed, lips red and slick and she can feel the laugh building from her stomach, the bottom of her toes. She knows she sounds hysterical, but she can’t help it.
‘Why can’t we?’ she demands, hands opening wide, throat tightening. ‘I mean, forget everything else. Ron and…and Gin. And, oh Merlin, the kids and the rest of the family and, fuck it, the entire rest of the bloody world. Forget all of it and - why can’t we?’
His eyes are dark, wide; they look bottomless and she feels as though they’ll crush her. ‘You just answered your own question.’
‘I know,’ she whispers after a moment, still staring at him, though he’s blurred by her sudden tears. ‘I know.’
9 - I need a mood theme.
...go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah...
Again - I love The Guardian.
2 - I figured out why Atonement affected me so much. Or how to explain it, at least.
In the novel, I was upset about Robbie and Cecilia.
In the movie, I was upset for them.
3 - I am a domestic goddess! I have just successfully made blackberry cobbler. Mmmmmmm.
4 - Downside to being a domestic goddess? My wee little kitchen. Any and all baking adventures always end with me in my cut-offs and a tank top.
5 - Only four more working days until VACATION!
6 - When I was hunting for Atonement icons last night, I found some Me Without You ones. I cannot textually render my excitement. My movie! That no one else has even seen! Whee!
7 - Queen of Babble Gets Hitched!
24 June.
keenai - you're going to hold my hand, right? Eep.
8 - One day this fic will be finished. In the meantime, have some more.
She has the most astonishing thought the first time they kiss. Beyond the white noise and whining ‘OhGodOhGodOhGod’, there is the initial, visceral ‘We can’t.’
We CAN’T.
It rings true, it is right; it is everything she has ever thought to believe. But it is followed, immediately, by ‘Why not?’
That is the thought that makes her push him back, hands on his chest and her own chest heaving. It is looking into his (wide, dilated) eyes, feeling her heart try to thump out of her ribcage, seeing his own pound at the base of his throat, immediately after and thinking, ‘Well, why the hell not?’ that turns her world on its axis.
And because this is Harry, her Harry, she opens her mouth and says just that. Lets it loose into the world - ‘Why can’t we?’
He is staring at her, flushed, lips red and slick and she can feel the laugh building from her stomach, the bottom of her toes. She knows she sounds hysterical, but she can’t help it.
‘Why can’t we?’ she demands, hands opening wide, throat tightening. ‘I mean, forget everything else. Ron and…and Gin. And, oh Merlin, the kids and the rest of the family and, fuck it, the entire rest of the bloody world. Forget all of it and - why can’t we?’
His eyes are dark, wide; they look bottomless and she feels as though they’ll crush her. ‘You just answered your own question.’
‘I know,’ she whispers after a moment, still staring at him, though he’s blurred by her sudden tears. ‘I know.’
9 - I need a mood theme.