Won’t you come with me?
To where the grass is green
And clouds clutter the blue sky
Where trees surround us
And we feel secluded,
Where we feel like it’s just the
Breeze
Just the
Grass beneath
Just the
Sky above
And us
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Get away from your troubles
Responsibilities
And the years adding up
Away from the fights
And drama
And bad weather
Don’t you wish you were a kid again?
When you believed in witches and wizards,
Faeries and magic
Princes that save princesses
Wanting to live in a world where seeing all of that was normal
Because they existed
Because it wasn’t just fantasy
But real
Norah, barely three years old, grins toothily down at the small ball of light she cusps in her hands. Most spellweavers show the first sign of the spark around five years old. The spark is strong within her and even at three Norah can feel her magic's presence inside of her, like a comforting friend. Norah doesn't yet understand how this isn't normal. In the morning when her parents explain though, she understands then.
Norah, at five years old, finds out her strongest element. She's an air type, a wind rider. Norah enjoys picking up the leaves with a small gust of wind and being able to fly a couple feet off the ground. Her ot
The leaves change from green to red and orange and they fall. As they fall the King mourns the death of his queen. He mourns the loss of his wife, lover,adviser and friend. All he knows now is that he has a daughter. A daughter with black hair and pale skin and red lips. The spitting image of the queen. He also has a kingdom to run. A sprawling thing with cities splattered around and forests in between.
The king has duties and alliances to hold up. Alliances with the fay, the werewolves, the vampires, the elves and the spellweavers. He must continue going to the council meetings as the human representative.
Th
Crackle goes the fire,
warming us all.
Crash goes the waves,
outside the cottage.
I look out at the gray waves
crashing against the shore.
I look up at the gray,
cloudy sky
and know
a storm is coming soon
Won’t you come with me?
To where the grass is green
And clouds clutter the blue sky
Where trees surround us
And we feel secluded,
Where we feel like it’s just the
Breeze
Just the
Grass beneath
Just the
Sky above
And us
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Get away from your troubles
Responsibilities
And the years adding up
Away from the fights
And drama
And bad weather
Don’t you wish you were a kid again?
When you believed in witches and wizards,
Faeries and magic
Princes that save princesses
Wanting to live in a world where seeing all of that was normal
Because they existed
Because it wasn’t just fantasy
But real
Norah, barely three years old, grins toothily down at the small ball of light she cusps in her hands. Most spellweavers show the first sign of the spark around five years old. The spark is strong within her and even at three Norah can feel her magic's presence inside of her, like a comforting friend. Norah doesn't yet understand how this isn't normal. In the morning when her parents explain though, she understands then.
Norah, at five years old, finds out her strongest element. She's an air type, a wind rider. Norah enjoys picking up the leaves with a small gust of wind and being able to fly a couple feet off the ground. Her ot
The leaves change from green to red and orange and they fall. As they fall the King mourns the death of his queen. He mourns the loss of his wife, lover,adviser and friend. All he knows now is that he has a daughter. A daughter with black hair and pale skin and red lips. The spitting image of the queen. He also has a kingdom to run. A sprawling thing with cities splattered around and forests in between.
The king has duties and alliances to hold up. Alliances with the fay, the werewolves, the vampires, the elves and the spellweavers. He must continue going to the council meetings as the human representative.
Th
Crackle goes the fire,
warming us all.
Crash goes the waves,
outside the cottage.
I look out at the gray waves
crashing against the shore.
I look up at the gray,
cloudy sky
and know
a storm is coming soon
Okay so I'M GOING TO ANIME BOSTON! It's in awhile from now but I can't wait. I was wondering if anyone can give me ideas of who to dress up as. I'm probably going to dress up.I'll be going to anime Boston with my sister and a bunch of her friends.
Also I have a fanfiction account. I only have one story up right now. i plan to put more up though. If you want to check it out here's the link : http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3042978/LensesIntoNeverland I hope to put up another one soon.
I'm so glad it's the weekend. YAY! 3 DAYS OFF!
The title is pretty self-explanatory ( I hope I spelled that right) I think. But I wish everyone has a great New Year's Eve. Also that 2012 will be a good year for everyone. And I wish you all a very happy unbirthday to you all.
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i saw it on opening night at 8:00pm, we arrived an hour early and the theatre was about 90% full. And aside from the camera jumping round like some rabbit on drugs.....THAT MOVIE WAS SO FLIPPIN AMMMMMAAAAZING.
I thought it opened on 12:00 A.M on Thursday. Yeah, it was. My dad joked and said that the camera man was nervous for the movie. I'm so glad they didn't mash up the books together or anything. They did it to other movies and it sucked.