As the Marshmellows Melt, So Does My Heart :)

She sits on her bed, a worn copy of Wuthering Heights before her, a mug of hot cocoa in her hand. The weather outside is dull and gloomy, but that doesn't matter to her, it simply help enclose her in literary world, with chocolate hints on the side. The cocoa burns her lips, but she sips on, rivited and slightly horrified as she reads the harrowing tale. The ever lost love of Catherine and Heathcliff, the torments Nelly has to endure, the awkward situation of the second Catherine is forced into Heathcliff's house as her father lies dying.
Its a tragic tale.

She looks up, blinking slowly, adjusting to reality. She's learned alot about life and love this year. She can hear the distant sound of the familiar christmas cd's playing on the stereo outside her room.
Yes. She's learned alot. Like love isn't something you can chase and then find, demand to fit your needs, or or even predict. Love something stronger, deeper, greater, like a river that can't stop flowing, the sun that can't stop shining. Not like the rainstorms that pound furiously then leave, a mere trace of a cloud left as a memory all that it leaves behind. True love does not leave, or falter.

Through the storms it grows stronger. It can be a rushing tide, or a small stream, flowing into harsh dry places, a balm to all the hurts in the world.
Love isn't confined to or by romance.
Can love be something that produces terror, such as in Heathcliff/ Are his mad rages really produced by thwarted love? Or simply his putting that love on too high a pedestel, making it the tyrant god that rules him?
True possesors of true love cannot love one then passionately hate another.

True love sees and loves all, though not all are deserving.
True love speaks the kind words and the honest ones, the words that are difficult to say, but must be said.
True love is the embrace that comforts the heartbroken, the punishment that help children know right and wrong, the smile that cheers the lonely soul.
True love can't be captured, but it can roost in a nest, the hearts of those who aspire to love others with a true love.
This all comes to her as she drinks in the sweetness of the holiday, within her mug, and everywhere around her. There is a warmth that comes with christmas, a special glow that just makes her feel good inside, like she's wrapped in a fuzzy blanket in front of a fire, while the world outside is cold, she is warm.
Maybe the warmth is love. The love from her family, from her friends, and from the God that came down to earth to give his life for love.
Yes. That's it.

Its really love that makes Christmas so wonderful. Its love that that makes anything wonderful. True love.
The chocolate leaves a mustache. She looks down at the pages. Catherine and Heathcliff got it wrong.
Love isn't something that'll burn you up or destroy you.
Love sustains you, its the backbone that holds up our lives.
She leans back and stares and the gray solemn sky outside.
"I'm glad,"
she whispers,
"Glad they're wrong."

Have a wonderful week, and tell me what you think of this story-like way of posting :)
love,
Ariana

The Camera Clicks and I Smile :)

Leaf hearts...I love finding heart in nature!! The next pictures have absolutely nothing to do with these...I but I loved taking and editing them!

These were taken when I went to the beach with my grandparents...It was a gorgeous day.

There were jellyfish all over the beach that day...blue and green colored ones.

I loved these three seagulls lined up in a row...and the one that's staring cheekily at the camera, pretty adorable, I must say :)

This weekend has been super hard, but I'm glad to say I've bounced back, and pretty much everything is back to normal! Sorry, today will be super short post, but I have math to correct and piano to practice!

Adios girlies!

Ari :)

All my love, and God's blessings, Ari <3