grandania

I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet Young. Who'll save your life, No matter what. Who cries when you're injured. Someone who cleans

Gilbert Blythe to Anne Shirley You’re off again in Neverland searching secretly for your Peter Pan, glancing through Hook’s looking glass when suddenly wind pushes the mast, and Wendy’s voice of reason whispers, “You won’t find him here.” Am I the death of childish dreams? Do my dark eyes evoke screams that carry into the vast night with the Highwayman’s fatal flight? Where says the Lady of Shalott, “You won’t find him in Camelot.” Nothing has to change now, Anne, but your answer to this rejected man. For I don’t want literature with merits —all I want is you, Carrots