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{{ Monday, March 16, 2009


i read this book recently..

Here with me.
I would give anything- my breath, my body, my soul, my life, to reverse time; to hold the world with both my hands and spin it gently backwards on its journey round the sun. I would stop it on its axis at the time I am tiny, curled up on your lap while you read me stories about heroines and happy endings in the heat of the day. You hold me until my eyes close, lulled by the rise and fall of your words on the warm summer winds under the shade of the apple tree.
I want to be your herorine now. I would do anything- walk a tightrope over an abyss of fire, wander in frozen wastes without hope of reaching home, sail through unending storms with waves skyscraper high, leap from the Empire State Building, crawl through trences of mud and blood, allow doctors to dismantle me to donate my organs, immerse myself in liquid nitrogen, drink a potion like Juliet, to change the clock, to disable its momentum.


okay so anyway, her mother died of cancer in the end. v sad okay.. even if it's only a book.
i like the way the author writes :)


hahaha random thought.

lass kiss of the butterfly


& all along, its only what I thought.
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