Fairy Lights and Mistletoe

It's almost Christmas!!! And yet, it doesn't seem like it. I need to get in the Christmas spirit. I need to go bake our super secret Christmas cookies, that always makes it feel like Christmas!!!

All I Want For Christmas...

I can't believe it's almost Christmas! This year has gone by too fast. I've been a very sucky blogger lately. Anyways, here's my Christmas wishlist. I know that one of the items I will definitely not be getting, but it's nice to dream...

Christmas Wishes by StellaRagazza on Polyvore.com

What're your wishes for Christmas?

Did I really...

...JUST MEET MCFLY?!?! I need to take a breath and stop spazzing now, but I cannot.

Of Myself

My dreams are so big
that sometimes they come spilling out-
and beg to find a comfy nook to curl up in.
Nice and warm,
a nice place for waiting until the day
that I can actually allow them to take root in my mind-
twisting and winding round the edges of my consciousness.

But until that day-
I'll package them up,
in the familiar pages of a well-worn book
where they shall be kept nice and safe,
their magic strengthened by far-off adventures
in Wonderland, Pemberly, & Neverland.

And on particularly dreary days-
when I chance to look upon them,
they shall see
that we are woven together
like the notes of a perfect aria,
which is more than Alice, Lizzie, or Peter
could ever wish for.


*photographer unknown

Excuse my language...

...but life is one hell of a bloody confusing/scary/shiteous/sometimesfabulous ride.

Just when I think I have things figured out, everything goes all topsy turvy again; and it's like I'm Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole-- nothing to grasp, to break my fall. I suppose that's okay, but as much as I love Wonderland, I've always had a special place in my heart for Neverland. If I leave my window open tonight, do you think Peter will come and whisk me away to that second start to the right? Or I am already past the point of no return? Is my imagination shriveling up inside me as I type, hiding itself in the tiny nooks and crevices of my mind, where I shall only catch glimpses of it every now and then?

I don't know. That's what scares me.

I don't know anything, anymore.

Which is why, tonight, I'm going to clear my head and think happy, happy thoughts and wish with all my might that Peter will come and fly me away, off to Neverland.

Broken

I never thought I could hate anyone as much as I hate you.

Thank you for teaching me never to trust
and for ripping my heart out and stomping on it.

Congratulations.


Game over.

You win.

Difficult

I cannot change people.
They choose to be who they are, and I have to accept that.
Moving on is hard.
So is making mistakes...



...and decisions.

Is there a lesson to all this?
Does heartache really build character?

I wish I had answers.
I wish I could say that I don't care,
that I'm strong and none of this affects me.
But that would be a lie.

Letting people go is difficult.
But holding on is even more difficult.