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reenkaOr maybe love is doing something because it makes you happy and then keeping with it even though it makes you sad.
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mistful has answered the eternal question-- i always knew she could :D it's all about seeing sky and chanting that same old tune you knew when you were young. the one you only remember the first groggy starbursty moment you wake up and the second before you go to sleep.
love is all about the happy. people who say happiness isn't everything are grumpy, sad people aren't they?? *laughs* this is spam, isn't it -.-
but i truly think she's on to something. i love everyone who makes me happy, and the happier they make me, the more i love them. in fact, how can i not love what/who makes me happy? it seems impossible. and then of course, you love them/it so much, that you'd stored it inside you, and keep it for rainy days, and for windy days, and you pull it around you like a cloak. or maybe you find that reserve inside yourself, where the love/happiness is always flowing from the tap like good frothy beer. and that person just has the right swish-and-flick pokey wand trick to puncture your defenses and get the love-beer to flow :D
*laughs* you'd think i actually -drank- beer, which i don't. but hey, inspiration is where you find it.
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``He smiled, and unbuttoned his shirt. And either he was packing heat, or he was, indeed, glad to see me."
*laughs* i think i might read `Malfoy, P.I.' after all, if this is anything like a taste of things to come, oh baby, i am so, so there. oh yeah :D
*wibble* i will never be this good-- i think i'm never showing any of y'all my smut after all... *wibble*
mistful has answered the eternal question-- i always knew she could :D it's all about seeing sky and chanting that same old tune you knew when you were young. the one you only remember the first groggy starbursty moment you wake up and the second before you go to sleep.love is all about the happy. people who say happiness isn't everything are grumpy, sad people aren't they?? *laughs* this is spam, isn't it -.-
but i truly think she's on to something. i love everyone who makes me happy, and the happier they make me, the more i love them. in fact, how can i not love what/who makes me happy? it seems impossible. and then of course, you love them/it so much, that you'd stored it inside you, and keep it for rainy days, and for windy days, and you pull it around you like a cloak. or maybe you find that reserve inside yourself, where the love/happiness is always flowing from the tap like good frothy beer. and that person just has the right swish-and-flick pokey wand trick to puncture your defenses and get the love-beer to flow :D
*laughs* you'd think i actually -drank- beer, which i don't. but hey, inspiration is where you find it.
~~
``He smiled, and unbuttoned his shirt. And either he was packing heat, or he was, indeed, glad to see me."
*laughs* i think i might read `Malfoy, P.I.' after all, if this is anything like a taste of things to come, oh baby, i am so, so there. oh yeah :D
*wibble* i will never be this good-- i think i'm never showing any of y'all my smut after all... *wibble*
