- Mood:
Attraction - Listening to: the magical moon beckon me
- Reading: Wuthering Heights
- Watching: shooting stars streak across the night sky
- Playing: with darkly romantic thoughts
- Eating: my heart out
- Drinking: up the cool night air
OOooooOOooh! Tis' Autumn again! How I do love this time of year! So many wonderous smells, such as the spiced apple butter I am making, the prickly pear jelly. So many sights (ok here in my town it's mostly pine trees, but there is a sprinkling of the pretty color changing trees) I love the carraige rides around the courthouse, snuggled up with a mug of mulled cider. *sighs* on another note, as of late, I have been having some severe panic attacks, mainly due to the fact that i think about death too much. I am absolutley terrified of dying. I have this want, to become a vampire. As hiddeous as it may seem, they are immortal. They are beautiful, and everything I want to be. (ok ok, I have read the Twilight series, and thus my panic has spawned from that) Laugh now, but I am scared of gray hair and wrinkles, I want to forever be young, and beautiful. I have started a quest to seek out vampires, the real ones. I know I know, some may find this so very trifle, some may find it a ludacris obsession. Say what you will, I just have never run true to the course of the general public, i tend to go off on my own tangent. That path is dark, dreamy, romantic, gothic, traditional, and old century. I truly believe I was born 200 years too late. I feel like I just don't belong in this century. I shall continue my quest, hopefully draw close to the end I want, immortality. God knows i do not forsake him, i just am not ready in this lifetime nor any future ones, to go....to wherever it is we go when we die.
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"Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at." - Berger
Thank you for the
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Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the Earth seeking the successive autumn's.
Winter is an etching, Spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and Autumn a mosaic of them all!
Cheers!
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