(Source: -theuntoldstoryofemilyy)
this is for Elizabeth Anne Bradford.
Clouds are forming
New power to be released
And all God’s children
Are dancing in the streets
We life our heads to heaven
And open wide our mouths
We will drink deeply
Of the rain you’re pouring out
I’m obsessed with this.
| Eliza Dolittle: | But I can get along without you. | Don't you think I can't! |
| Prof. Henry Higgins: | I know you can. I told you, you could. | You've never wondered, I suppose, | whether... | ...whether I could get along without you? |
| Eliza Dolittle: | Don't you try to get around me. | You'll have to. |
| Prof. Henry Higgins: | So I can, without you or any soul on earth. | I shall miss you, Eliza. I've learned | something from your idiotic notions. | I confess that humbly and gratefully. |
| Eliza Dolittle: | Well, you have my voice | on your gramophone. | When you feel lonely without me you can | turn it on. It has no feelings to hurt. |
| Prof. Henry Higgins: | Well, I can't turn your soul on. |
I like Thursdays.
Houston is hot. Family is good. 4 year olds are cute.
May flew by… birthday, move to Houston, family reunion, nannying, Erin’s wedding. Lots of exciting things. And now it’s June, and next week I get to go to Scotland, then I get to come back and hang out with a wonderful guy and celebrate Amurcah. Exciting things.
I pass my days here swimming and making fishy faces and playing trains and robots and pirates with my new best friends, Austin, Andrew and Jake. My evenings are filled with conversations with Suzy and Gramps and Kirk and lots of book reading. It’s a good life.
Right now, I’m listening to RadioLab in the middle of a mall, waiting for my oil to be changed. Thrilling, I know.
Thats my update. I hope you like Thursdays too.
