...future, not thinking about where he could go from here, where he would go the second Al was healthy enough to roam again. She felt relaxed in his arms, something she wouldn’t have thought possible—wishfully thought, sure, but never truly thought possible. “What day is it today?” She leaned back, looking at him with quizzical eyes. It took her a few seconds to figure it out, and then she replied...

his song, his song; junsu-centric

... sigh, placing your finger on your piano keys again. “- but I know it will be a good song anyway, and I know he will like it – just finish it before he come back next year,” wishfully that voice says, confidently that voice believes, and you can’t help but smile tenderly to your younger brother in return. And you know that yes, it’s going to be a good song . It ...

Can't Focus

... "staring point" in the midst of my studying .. I want to acquire the power of concentration..but how? I have several books on teen success shizz and I haven't applied any of the practices the books wishfully want to input on a slacky teenager like me. I was able to..but errr..those where my golden days of *heavenlysoundsplaying* devotion. Hmmmm... I think I do need to get motivated > < must go ...

That Little Mexican, Crowley and Castiel bond ;)

..., I dunno thing's were so much simpler back in the dark ages" Crowley grumbled and he was surprised when Castiel sagged a little and agreed. "no one questioned the existence of god" Castiel said almost wishfully, Crowley nodded. "yeah, if they did they were burnt at the stake" he said with a grin, Castiel frowned at that. "you would be wise to leave this place" Castiel said quietly then as he ...

The Sweet Taste of Time

... eyes travelled upwards to a handsome face, eyes deep gray blue, so dark they were almost opaque, and lanky, yet wispy, midnight black hair. Thin boned too, nothing like her long absent husband she thought wishfully, but there was no doubt that he was handsome. “Excuse me ma’am. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang. I came here after I received a letter from Edward Elric. By any chance, is he here...

You're gonna go far kid

..., even when such a thing does not go in my favor, that it has gone in my favor regardless, because everything happens for a reason. Whatever, I am just a wishful thinker, even if it's not so smart and weighs heavily on my heart and influences the majority of my life decisions. Whatever. I am also wishfully thinking that I will speak to him and not be a chicken shit. Let's see how that goes, eh?

Your Mod Gets In the Ring

..., and that she left red footprints behind in the snow.   Billy Bonner, it was agreed upon, had always been soft on Belle, she being the little sister of his best friend, and was no doubt wishfully deluded. He insisted his eyes had not lied, that he had called her name and she had paused long enough to look at him. He was told to stop upsetting Mrs. Dawkins.   Billy Bonner was winter...

set

.... 14.to resolve or decide upon: to set a wedding date. 15.to cause to pass into a given state or condition: to set one\'s mind at rest; to set a prisoner free. 16.to direct or settle resolutely or wishfully: to set one\'s mind to a task. 17.to present as a model; place before others as a standard: to set a good example. 18.to establish for others to follow: to set a fast pace. 19.to prescribe or ...

So you're wishing that you never did / All the embarrassing things you've done...

...article upon 'Mrs Dalloway' today and suddenly I realised that there's no rush. Yes, I'm twenty-two, and I still have some wonders of youth left about myself, but love, when it does flight wishfully down from an abrupt heavens, will not take consideration of age into account. And I do have that exquisite wonder, described in Mrs Dalloway, of a fleeting encounter in the past, but still here in the ...

rant

...I was too far to hear it. I wanted to join them as they listened. I briefly considered it, but my old habits unearthed themselves and dispatched the thought. I glared bitterly at the group. I was wishfully trying to make my pupils act as the barrel of a firing mechanism. My eyes beamed a detestation wave. This sinuous attack, I thought, would cause them to experience a profound revelation. They'd ...