MyDearGoddess28

I just wanted to write down this new song that has been stuck in my head all day from the movie Un Monstre à Paris:


La Seine by Vanessa Paradis

Elle sort de son lit
tellement sur d'elle
la seine, la seine, la seine
tellement jolie elle m'ensorcelle
la seine, la seine, la seine
extralucide la lune est sur
la seine, la seine, la seine
tu n'es pas saoul
paris est sous
la seine, la seine, la seine

(refrain)
je ne sais, ne sais, ne sais pas pourquoi
c'est comme ça,
je ne sais, ne sais, ne sais pas pourquoi
on s'aime comme ça la seine et moi


extra lucille quand tu es sur
la seine, la seine, la seine
extravagante quand l'ange est sur
la seine, la seine, la seine

refrain

sur le pont des arts
mon coeur vacille
entre deux eaux
l'air est si bon

cet air si pur
je le respire
nos reflets perchés
sur ce pont



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I Know probably only rabid and truly giant harry potter and twilight crossover people will probably know about this awesome author who unfortunately left ff.net roughly around maybe sept 2010! (BTW if you are not a rabid and giant harry potter and twilight crossover fan and you still knwo of Branwen777 then alll right!!!!)

she posted this message at ff.net!!! go check it out!!!

www.fanfiction.net/s/6636586/1…

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve.  Middle age is when you're forced to.  ~Bill Vaughn

I had a wonderful time celebrating New year's eve and day with some family friends! I actually found a wine I enjoy (which in itself is amazing because I HATE wine...shudders I can't handle the taste! ) So to find an actually good tasting wine was a surprise to me! Yay!

I found some new fan-fictions that made me laugh and just enjoy myself!

the first one was a humourous naruto one called:

Intimate Relations by wife-chan
Uchiha Naruto's only just found his one remaining family member, and the prank potential is just too much to pass up. Faux!gay!SasuNaruSasu, Confused&Disturbed!EverybodyElse. AU. WIP.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Humor/Angst - Chapters: 9 - Words: 71,020 - Reviews: 292 - Updated: 9-22-10 - Published: 4-9-10 - Naruto U. & Sasuke U.

Its just hilarious how everyone thinks that Naruto and Sasuke are an item when really its all just big misunderstandings....Kushina and Minato are still Naruto's parents only that Kushina was really an uchiha that was disowned and she herself picked the surname Uzumaki to replace Uchiha...the only people who knew this was the Yondaime and the hokage ...she's Sasuke's aunt though he doesn't know this........the story starts right after the bell test so its interesting to see how things change because of this relevation!

warnings: Naruto is not as dumb as he looks!I'm not saying he's going to go ultimate gary stu but he isn't an idiot! also there are some angst moments and some hints of possible rape in here (though its barely mentioned and not even confirmed if it did happen...remember people everyone is misunderstanding a lot of things  and jumping to conclusions!)

the second one was by the same author and I only recommend this story if you are person who can handle reading alot of angst (this includes descriptive torture, mental problems and rape...though the rape isn't as descriptive as the torture...)this story is also a crossover between harry potter and naruto:

Obito's Legacy by wife-chan
Kakashi has already lost Obito. By accident, he finds Obito's legacy and he isn't about to lose him too. Time travel. De-aged, post-war Harry. AU. Kakashi Gaiden. WIP
Crossover - Harry Potter & Naruto - Rated: M - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 100,503 - Reviews: 679 - Updated: 10-9-10 - Published: 2-9-10 - Harry P. & Kakashi H.



happy reading people

Just finished watching this series and it was so beautiful! i just loved it! I probably will go back and watch it again!

Thank you *NinjaKitty27 for introducing me to this heartbreaking-ly beautiful anime! lots of love! <3 :3

BEFORE YOU READ: WARNING SPOILERS!!!!!




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Plot

10-year-old Erin is a young girl who lives with her mother in the Tai Koh Region in the small Village of Ake. She has a big love for animals, especially the Touda, dragon-like creatures used in the war.

Her mother Soyon was originally of the Mist People, an ancient clan who have members with green hair and eyes, and is rumored to follow in the ancient ways, practice magic, and hide in the mist. But despite her genealogy, they stay in the village because Erin's late father was the son of the village chief and Soyon is the head Touda doctor.

But one night, the Kiba, the Duke's strongest Touda, mysteriously die. According to law, since Soyon was the person who was charged with caring for them, she is responsible for their condition and was sentenced to death. Erin learns of this and tries to save her mother, but Soyon refuses rescue, and Erin is swayed along the river as her mother to be eaten by the wild Touda.

Erin is taken in the Shin Oh region and is found and adopted by a beekeeper. There, she learns of the "king of beasts" the Ohju. Erin's spark for learning takes her to the Kazalm Ohju Breeding School, and leads her to the baby Ohju Lilan. As Erin stays at Kazalm and spends more time with Lilan, she creates a miraculous bond with her that is said to be impossible and ends up getting involved in a civil war between the Tai Koh and the Shin Oh regions.

Once upon a broken heart
I was walking alone in the dark
Looking for a way to start again
What I wouldn't give for a friend
There was no love in my life
There was no light in my eyes
All the tears that I had cried and cried
Seemed like they'd never end.....


The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive
But I feel like I died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away....


I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far...


No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in,
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him,
'Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
'Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It's not like you hate him or want him to die,
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide,
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side,
Any kindness from you might have saved his life...


I waited for you today
But You didn't show
No.No.No.
I needed You today
So where did you go?
You told me to call
you said You'd be there
And though I haven't seen You
Are You still there?
...


Alone
by Stefani Baucom
I am alone,
so very alone

I hurt,
so very bad

I am ignored,
just thrown aside

I am security,
for others to have

I am lonely,
there is no one close,
no one sees the pain

I cry,
hope is gone

I am alone,
and no one knows


Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Jester mask Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
Masks that I'm afraid to take off
And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.

My surface may be smooth but
my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance,
If it is followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself
from my own self-built prison walls
from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to. I'm afraid to.

mask I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
With a façade of assurance without
And a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks,
And my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings --
very small wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books may say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
gold mask Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

       By Charles C. Finn