" my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trials and suffering. When you see only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you" you were carried out of are lifes into the next and when its my time to leave this life I know i will be carried into the next life with you.
I wish i had my world complete again.
'Can we protend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, i could really use a wish right now' BoB
'Randy Miranda', that's a new one!! Hehe. I used to get 'windy dindy' at primary school and no, I did not fart a lot.. But I do now.. *chuckles*
I hope you enjoy seeing your friend, Lucy. Let us know how it goes. And I'm glad you're ok. :)
Love to all queendomers. x
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
thanks guys.
yeah, i just got home today, couldn't cry for hours then i just broke down & went a bit crazy haha.
miranda, you are beautiful.. don't let the picture set you back, it's just a blip *hugs*
xx
Thanks Cathy.. I can't see it or believe it but I do appreciate your words. I wish I could take a picture and share it with you guys, but it's too upsetting.
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
*snuggles lots*
<3 you really are gorgeous hun <3 and i know me saying it wont make you believe me, but am gonna say it anyway :P
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
*hands out extra blankets* They are bright pink. :)
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
Ah the little gold star! It is rather magical. And the green arrow. New posts.. excitement!
The funny thing is I'm not being sarcastic, ha. :)
Welcome back, Amy!
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
Hehe. I can never make up my mind whether I like Ikea or not. It's just soo long. It's like a magical adventure tour.. with a chair/bed/whole bedroom at the end of it instead of a pot of gold!
Hehe, Regina. It is a great name, isn't it?
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
yeah but 3 hours isn't much considering i haven't done *any* yet.
im about to watch the programme on C4 about the pregnant man, heh. i need some mindless thing to do.
.gif "rose")
,
sorry, couldn't resist
