Billy Mays, you made me love infomercials.
Hope you're pitchin' products n the sky now.
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"I tend not to go for the prettier ones. I prefer the quirkier types."
"After being in Harry Potter, I believe more in magic than I did before."
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"You simply must stop this your highness,"
Agatha clucked disapprovingly, her hands smoothing away any wrinkles from her apron.
"What would the king say?"
"Sophia, are you even listening to me? Sophia!"
Caught out of her daydream, Sophie returned to the real world and looked up at her exasperated nanny.
"Yes, of course I'm listening to you Aggie. I always do." She replied , looking as innocent and attentive as possible.
"Hmph!" Agatha rolled her eyes at this.
"Well, whether or not you listen you must stop this foolishness! The king would not be happy to know of your seeming compulsion." She lectured, speaking as authoritatively as possible. She may not be royalty but she had charge over her young mistress whether it was welcome or not.
"I think father would be proud of me, actually;" Sophie reasoned more to herself than to Agatha. She picked up the kitten that was pawing at a ball of yarn on her vanity and cradled it in her arms.
"We must rule honorably and humbly over our kingdom, and respect all our subjects both big and small," She recited, attempting to sound as much like her father as possible, "and help them when necessary as it is our duty."
Content with her response, she smiled and help the kitten as close to her as it would allow.
"I'm simply doing my duty as princess helping these poor animals!"
Sophie, or as her royal title decreed "Princess Sophia Lilian Ameliete Rose Matilde" of Arthanoia of course, was a fairly young girl. Young enough to still get away with mischief, but old enough to understand her future role and be considered a debutante, which she hated. She had a small face wit ha graceful nose, which curved upward just slightly at the tip. Her hair was a deep auburn color and fell in ringlets around her shoulders nearly to her waist, a product of much brushing, braiding, and flower adornment. She had a soft beauty, still growing with her, and her smile was said to light up hearts. Her teeth were all perfectly straight, with the exception of one tooth which had a large chip in it. She insisted it gave her character, not worrying about how fraught her family seemed to be about it. The center point of her face, however, had to be her eyes. They were very large and round as well as the color of the sky on a perfectly clear day, bright and full of wonder even when they seemed to be distant due to the many imaginative breaks Sophie took. She was the youngest of the four Matilde children, and her sister and brothers took to calling her the "dreamer" of the lot, and, when they were feeling more vicious, the "useless" one. She resented the latter very much, and attempting to prove them wrong every chance she got. It was possible to be both creative and useful, wasn't it?
Agatha sighed and shook her head. She knew that once convinced of something, Sophie would not listen to reason.
"All right your highness, if you insist. That is the fifth kitten you've brought in this week though, where exactly do you intend on keeping them all?" She pried, attempting logic.
"Oh Aggie, in a palace this size there is plenty of space! I'm sure we could dedicate a sitting room to them, or something." She motioned to her own bedroom, vast with high vaulted ceilings and draperies shielding the walls underneath. Large bay windows overlooked the gardens, as well as housing the sunrise every morning. It was Sophie's favorite view in the world, and she would often wake up early just to witness it. The gardens themselves were magnificent, with rows upon rows of colorful exotic flowers, most selected by her mother and older sister to decorate the grounds. On summer days when the wind was right and the grass was dewy she could smell a concoction of honeysuckle and primrose that was unlike any other. Across the room was a large fireplace, with inviting warmth and red-orange flames dancing in it on colder nights, when Sophie would sit in her giant armchair and read until Agatha came in to fuss at her to go to bed. Yes, there must be space for a few kittens.
"Or something indeed."
Sophie never bothered with harsh realities, it was her world. In her world, everything worked out. She was beloved and graceful, renowned for her kindness and intelligence. In her world all kittens and other creatures had safe homes, and she would never get made fun of for wanting to have tea and read instead of being courted. She enjoyed her world very much so, and stuck to it for the most part.
"PRINCESS SOPHIA LILIAN AMELIETE ROSE MATILDE OF ARTHANOIA, FOR ONCE PAY ATTENTION!"
Sophie blinked rapidly and put down the kitten, realizing she was being reprimanded yet again.
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Agatha clucked disapprovingly, her hands smoothing away any wrinkles from her apron.
"What would the king say?"
"Sophia, are you even listening to me? Sophia!"
Caught out of her daydream, Sophie returned to the real world and looked up at her exasperated nanny.
"Yes, of course I'm listening to you Aggie. I always do." She replied , looking as innocent and attentive as possible.
"Hmph!" Agatha rolled her eyes at this.
"Well, whether or not you listen you must stop this foolishness! The king would not be happy to know of your seeming compulsion." She lectured, speaking as authoritatively as possible. She may not be royalty but she had charge over her young mistress whether it was welcome or not.
Agatha was a stout woman, with a nervousness about her that was noticeable even by the lowliest of servants. She always had her graying hair in a loose bun that was constantly drooping, similar to her overall demeanor. Her face was always very clean and well-washed, however it did not help her aging appearance, with round eyes the color of dust and cheeks that made it appear as though she had cotton stuffed in her mouth at all times. Her apparel was of no assistance either, consisting of a very plain rust colored dress with a white-lace apron, which she kept so well you would never have guessed how old it was if it were not for the worn sleeves and frayed hemline. However homely her appearance was, Agatha still remained a very sensible and cautious woman, with years of wisdom behind her shot nerves. After generations of caring for youth, she had engrossed a large collection of stories which she never tired of telling, much to the delight of the royal youngsters. Sophie found her to be absolutely fascinating, especially when she was having fits over something she herself was responsible for.
"I think father would be proud of me, actually;" Sophie reasoned more to herself than to Agatha. She picked up the kitten that was pawing at a ball of yarn on her vanity and cradled it in her arms.
"We must rule honorably and humbly over our kingdom, and respect all our subjects both big and small," She recited, attempting to sound as much like her father as possible, "and help them when necessary as it is our duty."
Content with her response, she smiled and help the kitten as close to her as it would allow.
"I'm simply doing my duty as princess helping these poor animals!"
Sophie, or as her royal title decreed "Princess Sophia Lilian Ameliete Rose Matilde" of Arthanoia of course, was a fairly young girl. Young enough to still get away with mischief, but old enough to understand her future role and be considered a debutante, which she hated. She had a small face wit ha graceful nose, which curved upward just slightly at the tip. Her hair was a deep auburn color and fell in ringlets around her shoulders nearly to her waist, a product of much brushing, braiding, and flower adornment. She had a soft beauty, still growing with her, and her smile was said to light up hearts. Her teeth were all perfectly straight, with the exception of one tooth which had a large chip in it. She insisted it gave her character, not worrying about how fraught her family seemed to be about it. The center point of her face, however, had to be her eyes. They were very large and round as well as the color of the sky on a perfectly clear day, bright and full of wonder even when they seemed to be distant due to the many imaginative breaks Sophie took. She was the youngest of the four Matilde children, and her sister and brothers took to calling her the "dreamer" of the lot, and, when they were feeling more vicious, the "useless" one. She resented the latter very much, and attempting to prove them wrong every chance she got. It was possible to be both creative and useful, wasn't it?
Agatha sighed and shook her head. She knew that once convinced of something, Sophie would not listen to reason.
"All right your highness, if you insist. That is the fifth kitten you've brought in this week though, where exactly do you intend on keeping them all?" She pried, attempting logic.
"Oh Aggie, in a palace this size there is plenty of space! I'm sure we could dedicate a sitting room to them, or something." She motioned to her own bedroom, vast with high vaulted ceilings and draperies shielding the walls underneath. Large bay windows overlooked the gardens, as well as housing the sunrise every morning. It was Sophie's favorite view in the world, and she would often wake up early just to witness it. The gardens themselves were magnificent, with rows upon rows of colorful exotic flowers, most selected by her mother and older sister to decorate the grounds. On summer days when the wind was right and the grass was dewy she could smell a concoction of honeysuckle and primrose that was unlike any other. Across the room was a large fireplace, with inviting warmth and red-orange flames dancing in it on colder nights, when Sophie would sit in her giant armchair and read until Agatha came in to fuss at her to go to bed. Yes, there must be space for a few kittens.
"Or something indeed."
Sophie never bothered with harsh realities, it was her world. In her world, everything worked out. She was beloved and graceful, renowned for her kindness and intelligence. In her world all kittens and other creatures had safe homes, and she would never get made fun of for wanting to have tea and read instead of being courted. She enjoyed her world very much so, and stuck to it for the most part.
"PRINCESS SOPHIA LILIAN AMELIETE ROSE MATILDE OF ARTHANOIA, FOR ONCE PAY ATTENTION!"
Sophie blinked rapidly and put down the kitten, realizing she was being reprimanded yet again.
(Image by Daniel Raphael Cooper: Shootin' Silly via Flickr)
I can't stop listening to summertime clothes by Animal Collective.
I've heard it a good 5 or 6 times today alone.
I can't wait for the 12" to come out, 3 days before my birthday!
Beautiful <3
I've heard it a good 5 or 6 times today alone.
I can't wait for the 12" to come out, 3 days before my birthday!
Beautiful <3
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