Sighing, I close the door behind us and sit down on his lap instead, facing him. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes for just a second.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile at him, my whole world stopping, not believing I'd ever found someone like him. He makes me feel comfortable...safe. And we're practically the same.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I don't care what the miserable excuse is
for showing the death of books, live, on screen.
Men, I could understand; but books! - — Edwin Morgan, From the Video Box 2
