A butterfly. How delicately she flies, how softly her wings indent the breeze, so fragile, so yet undeniably beautiful. She had often found herself wondering, how such a faint being can take flight, against the continuous forces rising against her. Yet once again the wings keep beating, unfazed and unaltered سے طرف کی fear. Can a being with such a dainty appearance remain true of heart, when all around her seems lost?
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each دیا choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, یا are آپ riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this سوال a سال ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told آپ with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden گھاس beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined سے طرف کی another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one دن become no مزید than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing مزید than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once مزید filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once مزید be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each دیا choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, یا are آپ riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this سوال a سال ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told آپ with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden گھاس beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined سے طرف کی another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one دن become no مزید than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing مزید than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once مزید filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once مزید be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Everybody has heard of the apidemic that hit the world just a few weeks ago. Edwardidis, Jake-Ache. e.t.c But since that is gone a new sickness has hit the world. It is called Twilight Fever. And here are some of the symptoms.
Researching mythical creatchers.
Acting like Bella all the time.
Taking tests to see which Twilight character آپ are untill آپ get what آپ want.
Always thinking about the books.
And never leaving the Twilight section of Fanpop.
There is only a couple known cures to this disease.They are rereading the twilight series over and over. Having daily doses of Fanpop each day. and wrting مضامین to express your feelings with the books.
Some sideaffects may occur which are having a glazed look in your eyes یا getting bored of Fanpop یا the Twilight series. (Very Rare)
Researching mythical creatchers.
Acting like Bella all the time.
Taking tests to see which Twilight character آپ are untill آپ get what آپ want.
Always thinking about the books.
And never leaving the Twilight section of Fanpop.
There is only a couple known cures to this disease.They are rereading the twilight series over and over. Having daily doses of Fanpop each day. and wrting مضامین to express your feelings with the books.
Some sideaffects may occur which are having a glazed look in your eyes یا getting bored of Fanpop یا the Twilight series. (Very Rare)
While I was trying to sleep I couldn't help feel excited about Breaking Dawn and remember the theories I read throughout the day. Then, I remembered the thing about dear Alice having lost all memory of being human. This led me to believe (since her lover was a vamp. right? یا something like that.) that maybe Alice actualy wanted to become a vampire.
As a penalty یا something, she forgot her memory....
So, maybe this will happen to Bella.... But, I doubt it.
It was just a random (and possibly a WAY off) theory, but I just wanted to share it with all of you.
^___^'
As a penalty یا something, she forgot her memory....
So, maybe this will happen to Bella.... But, I doubt it.
It was just a random (and possibly a WAY off) theory, but I just wanted to share it with all of you.
^___^'
Twilight teaser trailer will kick Indiana Jones teaser trailer no.1 spot on myspace most viewed trailers.Twilight teaser trailer scored مزید than 2 million گیا پڑھا مرتبہ in 3 days!
2 مزید million گیا پڑھا مرتبہ needed to be at no.1!
COME ON TWILIGHERS!
link
open it in different windows to save time and all!
keep refreshing and mute the volume if آپ get sick of it!
LET'S دکھائیں THEM TWILIGTERS!
total گیا پڑھا مرتبہ 8:46 EST: 2,403,785 views!!!
11:27 EST: 2,438,042 million views
2 مزید million گیا پڑھا مرتبہ needed to be at no.1!
COME ON TWILIGHERS!
link
open it in different windows to save time and all!
keep refreshing and mute the volume if آپ get sick of it!
LET'S دکھائیں THEM TWILIGTERS!
total گیا پڑھا مرتبہ 8:46 EST: 2,403,785 views!!!
11:27 EST: 2,438,042 million views