Hey, slow it down whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Yeah I'm afraid whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

There might have been a time
When I would give myself away
Oooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn
But now, here we are so whataya want from me
Whataya want from meHe hadn’t understood the intrigues at court at first, hadn’t ( Read more... )

Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up
Need a second to breathe
Just keep comin' around
Hey, whataya want from me
Adam Lambert ~ "Whataya Want From Me?"She'd gone to wake her up, and found an empty room. Empty bed, empty room, empty closet, empty everywhere. No sign in there that the ( Read more... )

“Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.”  --Charles Dickens

Lisbeth Salander
Fandom: Millennium Trilogy
Word Count:  953
Notes:  Possible Spoilers for The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest

Everything on me hurts.

"Say that one more time, love. You’re a what ( Read more... )

Tell me a bedtime story!

( Peter could still remember the first time he heard the story )

"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." ~ Iris Murdoch

She was going to die.

This wasn't exactly news, given it had happened once already, but the follow up was one she hadn't really considered, even though she'd seen proof of it in her trailer that night she didn't like to dwell on.

He wasn't.

( The two sentences rolled around in her head as she stood in the kitchen mixing up batter for muffins because she couldn't stand to just sit staring out the window at the cold winter waves beating on the empty shoreline anymore. )

"...Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down...”  --Robert Louis Stevenson

The sun is casting golden hues across the grimy walls from the high window.  The sun is setting.  How lovely.  It must be about four in the afternoon?  You glance at your watch.  4:17.  You've been here all morning, all afternoon.  And ( Read more... )

Maybe I know somewhere deep in ( Read more... )

A sign hangs crookedly off a building in the wasteland stretched out below. She shouldn't be here, perched on the balcony's edge like this. It's possible patrols still come through the ruined city, looking for people just like them. She's tucked up close to the crumbling brick, though, pressed in a nook between wall and parapet, and there isn't ( Read more... )

1. Quotes

1) “New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.” --Hamilton Wright Mabie

2 ( Read more... )