We (mom, dad, me) are trying to find out how much study financing I would get for this course from the dutch government, if anything. If it turns out to be nothing, well.
I have a bad feeling in my stomach. But I'm TRYING to remain hopeful and am looking at other options should I really not get any financing. OhGod, I want this so bad.
........................my dreams make no sense 70% of the time, but MAN do they win.
So you know that one shot from Boondock Saints, where they stand behind the bad guy and the shot is low and it all looks fucking awesome and mirroring and both guns aimed at head EXCEPT it wasnt the brothers it was BLAISE AND CHRISTA and then I woke up. Blinked. And died.
And now I have work mmmkay toss me Christa back soon,would ya. Chaos in my head is even WORSE when she's gone. :O What have they been up to?
It is rather awe-inspiring, yes. People, please to not be messing with their loved ones if you value your lives, okay? Okay.
Their dream images always shift from something kickass like this, to soft morning light falling on white tangled sheets, Christa covering his chest with light kisses (the kisses, they cover, like protection you see), lying on top of him, staring down while her hair falls around them in long waves. It's wonderful.
Instead of falling asleep as well, she watched Blaise with tender eyes. Tired herself, but always able to watch him, until the morning sun rose. Longer. Words caught in her throat, she didn't say anything, listened to the steady beat of Blaise's heart, watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, and after a few minutes, she closed her eyes and slept.
I was reading something, searched it up because I thought it might fit. I was right. This is them, to me;
‘Do you think I'm wonderful?’ she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. ‘No’,he said. ‘Why?’ ‘Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.’ ‘Are you saying I'm not-wonderful?’ ‘Yes,I am.’ She fingered his arm. ‘Do you think I am not-beautiful?’ ‘You are incredibly not-beautiful. You are the farthest possible thing from beautiful.’ She unbuttoned his shirt. ‘Am I smart?’ ‘No. Of course not. I would never call you smart.’ She kneeled to unbutton his pants. ‘Am I sexy?’ ‘No.’ ‘Funny?’ ‘You are not-funny.’ ‘Does that feel good?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you like it?’ ‘No.’ She unbuttoned her blouse. She leaned in against him. ‘Should I continue?’
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We (mom, dad, me) are trying to find out how much study financing I would get for this course from the dutch government, if anything. If it turns out to be nothing, well.
I have a bad feeling in my stomach. But I'm TRYING to remain hopeful and am looking at other options should I really not get any financing. OhGod, I want this so bad.
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I'm going to be sick.
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So you know that one shot from Boondock Saints, where they stand behind the bad guy and the shot is low and it all looks fucking awesome and mirroring and both guns aimed at head EXCEPT it wasnt the brothers it was BLAISE AND CHRISTA and then I woke up. Blinked. And died.
And now I have work mmmkay toss me Christa back soon,would ya. Chaos in my head is even WORSE when she's gone. :O What have they been up to?
Love. ♥
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omg amazing.
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Their dream images always shift from something kickass like this, to soft morning light falling on white tangled sheets, Christa covering his chest with light kisses (the kisses, they cover, like protection you see), lying on top of him, staring down while her hair falls around them in long waves. It's wonderful.
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oh, the randomness of me.
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hearts.
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I'm staring at the amount of love Christa has for Blaise. Big mountain. When did it get so big.
Hi.
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yes, that does count as homework. <<
I was thinking about that. both ways. kind of takes your breath away.
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‘Do you think I'm wonderful?’ she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple.
‘No’,he said.
‘Why?’
‘Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.’
‘Are you saying I'm not-wonderful?’
‘Yes,I am.’
She fingered his arm. ‘Do you think I am not-beautiful?’
‘You are incredibly not-beautiful. You are the farthest possible thing from beautiful.’
She unbuttoned his shirt.
‘Am I smart?’
‘No. Of course not. I would never call you smart.’
She kneeled to unbutton his pants.
‘Am I sexy?’
‘No.’
‘Funny?’
‘You are not-funny.’
‘Does that feel good?’
‘No.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘No.’
She unbuttoned her blouse. She leaned in against him.
‘Should I continue?’
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