Robert and Kristen- Enough

Cute pic of Thomas and Robert.

I love their being friends.

2 goofy, adorkable guys.

Brilliant.

So here it is...

Saturday morning

I was out late last night

Might have had a drink or two

And thus my head is a bit pissed off at me.

Stupid head.

Is anything going on in Twi-Land?

Not really.

Which is actually good.

We've all debated the whole Paparazzi thing.

We all hate them.

Yet we all look at their pictures.

Double Edged Sword.

Thing is...

I don't NEED to see intrusive pictures of Rob and Kristen.

I'm perfectly happy with red carpet/work related pictures.

And as much as I enjoyed seeing the 

KISS picture...

(And yes, they were kissing... Desperadoes)

I didn't NEED to see it to know that 

Robert and Kristen are together.

Ya know?

Do we really need MORE confirmation of their relationship?

After all this time...

And picture after picture...

Every time they show up TOGETHER...

When is it ever enough?

*Got a thing for Rob/Tom walking today*

When is it ever enough...

On her relationship with Robert: “People always ask me if I’m dating Robert. It’s beyond annoying . . . What I say is, that, why would I want anything that’s private to become entertainment for other people? This is what I wanted to show you on here. People say that if I just tell them everything I’ll be left alone, but God, you think if I tell people they’ll leave me alone? They pick up every little scrap, and that’s much worse.”

On fame: 'What you don't see are the cameras shoved in my face and the bizarre intrusive questions being asked, or the people falling over themselves, screaming and taunting to get a reaction. All you see is an actor or a celebrity lit up by a flash...A lot of the time I can't handle it. It's fucked. I never expected that this would be my life.' 

 

Then she opens up in a rant about Robert Pattinson when the interviewer sees the photo on the display of Stewart's iPod: "It's a familiar deliciously handsome young man with an arm around Kristen and an arm around Jella, her cat," the reporter's quoted saying. "Without saying a word, [Stewart] quickly shoves the device back into the glove compartment and turns up the volume before I can say anything."
"It's so weird, that you have to be worries about people seeing things," Stewart finally says in response to the iPod image. "You want to be excited about something, normal people can be excited about their lives, and I am, too, but it's such a different thing. It comes out as entertainment for other people and that makes me want to throw up."
(ELLE UK)

*Walk this way*

 

I'm sick of the Paps.

I'm sick of the preaching.

I'm sick of people thinking Rob and Kristen somehow deserve

to be stalked, harassed and endangered

Just because they are 'famous'.

Or that they brought this on themselves

because they don't wish to publicize their relationship.

Complete Bullshit.

and

Fuck You.

 

But that's where I will leave this for now.

Because where before it was just my head that hurt...

My stomach has decided to join the party.

Thanks stomach.

 

And while I know this is a 'pap' picture...

At least they were on a movie set.

But

To me...

THIS picture is way more telling than the one where they are kissing.

This picture shows how completely

Totally

Obliviously 

SMITTEN

Robert is for Kristen.

It's my favorite one that came from Montreal.

 

But that being said...

 

You gotta love this one.

So yeah...

GET OFF HIS DICK.

 

I would be happy not to see them the whole time

that they are in LA together...

Just knowing they are together is enough.

(Of course they are)

Just knowing they are happy is enough.

(Of course they are)

This post is brought to you by the letters *P*, *D* and *E*

P for Peace and Quiet.

I hope Robert and Kristen have found it.

D For DICK

Get the fuck off his

 

E for ENOUGH

 

 

Enough.

It was difficult to pull my hand back,
to stop myself from moving closer
to her than I already was.
A thousand different possibilities
ran through my mind in an instant--
a thousand different ways to touch her.
The tip of my finger tracing the shape of her lips.
My palm cupping under her chin.
Pulling the clip from her hair
and letting it spill out across my hand.
My arms winding around her waist,
holding her against the length of my body.
Enough.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun, Chapter 12, p. 252

Bye for now.

♥♥♥