Wobbly bits.

[Bridget gets out of bed covered in a sheet and begins to fumble around]

Mark Darcy: What on Earth are you doing?

Bridget Jones: Getting dressed.

Mark Darcy: Why’re you dancing around in that tent business?
Bridget Jones: Because I don’t want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
Mark Darcy: Well now that’s a bit pointless isn’t it. As I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. In all circumstances.

[Bridget's head emerges from the sheet]

Bridget Jones: Really?
Mark Darcy: Absolutely. I think it’s high time we had another look.

[Bridget drops the sheet on the floor]

I have found what you are like – ee cummings

i have found what you are like                                       
the rain,                                                                                

             (Who feathers frightened fields    
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields                  

easily the pale club of the wind                                   
and swirled justly souls of flower strike                    

the air in utterable coolness                                          

deeds of green thrilling light                                         
                                                       with thinned 

newfragile yellows                                                           

                                     lurch and.press

-in the woods                                                                      
                         which                                
                                     stutter       
                                                and 

                                                         sing

And the coolness of your smile is                              
stirring of birds between my arms;but                     
i should rather than anything                                    
have ( almost when hugeness will shut                   
quietly )  almost,                                                             
                               your kiss      

 

 

You think I’m imba? Baby, you ain’t seen imba.  

self-realizations.

I deleted the angsty part because I should just learn to live with it. Not everything is about me, after all. 

 

watercolourwatercolourwatercolourwatercolourwatercolourwatercolourwee!
It was quite cool. I realized I can’t really paint that well. But not to worry; practice makes perfect! ;D

 

And I. am. seriously. going. crazy. not. talking. about. it.
But oh well. I’m counting down! It’s only a matter of time, babe.

My eyes are on you, they’re on you
And you see that I can’t stop shaking
No, I won’t step back but I’ll look down to hide from your eyes
’cause what I feel is so sweet and I’m scared that even my own breath
Oh, could burst it if it were a bubble

And I’d better dream if I have to struggle.