Rob and Kristen- Tug of War

Natalie Dee Rocks.

I know.

Perfect.

I get this kinda comment all the time.

Hard to believe.

But some people cannot comprehend that I write this

blog with my thoughts and opinions.

And that's all they are.

They get pissed off at me.

They threaten me.

They call me names.

All because I believe that Robert and Kristen

are completely and totally together.

(Oh I so do)

I am often sent things from other sites.

A lot of times its from the "AT" boards.

I don't go there.

It is frightening.

But I do find it fascinating to see my name 

brought up and see how people say..

"Oh RoseSee said that!"

Um.

9 times out of 10

I said NO such thing.

And most of the time they are saying things

that I wouldn't say in a million years.

So how does that work?

My words are right here.

I don't write in a foreign language.

I don't have (many) secret codes and clues.

(heh... keep that decoder ring at the ready!)

So how does 

"Rob and Kristen are together"

Somehow become

"Rose says that Rob is leaving Kristen!"

I don't get it.

So.

If you read that I said something...

At least come here and see for yourself.

I hate when people put words in my mouth.

I really have enough of my own.

http://favnia.tumblr.com/post/3719812631

Isn't this picture stunning?

Again...

This was sent to me from Favnia's Tumblr.

I don't have a tumblr.

I'm guessing that's probably a good thing for me.

And I don't know who made this...

I hesitate calling it a 'manip'

Because the pics weren't altered as far as I can see

(and I'm not a fan as most are scary as hell)

They were just sorta... blended together

Beautifully.

And it looks like Rob is playing for Kristen...

And we see how she reacts.

Brilliant.

LOVE IT.

Yeah.

Robert putting his hand on Kristen's face.

He kinda does that a lot.

Kinda like...

It's second nature

(add the wink wink in here if you wish)

Well.

You get my point.

Right?

OK.

Thing is.

I'm just gonna try and talk about good stuff.

I know I know

I've said this before...

But I don't want to wallow in the foam anymore.

I really don't.

I don't have the energy to stir the shit right now.

It's so irrelevant.

So meaningless.

All it does it make my arm tired...

And really

How much smirking can I do?

How many times can I just shake my head in disbelief?

It's all so fucking redundant.

It Is What It Fucking Is

It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

It doesn't matter if anyone believes my point of view.

I'm completely cool with that.

There's nothing to be gained by this 

Tug of War.

You don't win anything.

You don't get a medal of honor from Rob and Kristen.

You don't get fame or fortune.

You just get fucking exhausted

and even a bit muddy and dirty.

Who needs it?

Not me.

Not now.

So how long can I not speak

of frothing hyenas

and poke my paddle at the ridiculous?

I don't know.

I was going to say 

I can only try...

But then Yoda popped into my head...

"Do, or do not. There is no Try."

I just gotta find my rose-colored glasses

and focus on Robert and Kristen.

There is so much good there.

Movies. Interviews. Photoshoots.

Especially watching them be so in love...

Yeah.

This will be so easy.

Thomas Sturridge.

Leaving or coming to...

some after party where Sienna Miller

also happened to be.

I'm pretty sure he's the kind of guy 

I would love to lean on... and stuff.

But hey...

What's with the hat?

It's like the same kinda hat that Rob

is wearing on the cover of Vanity Fair.

Like some hat they dug out of their grandfathers closet...

Yeah.

OK.

Good.

Tome.

Just because.

This post is brought to you by the letter T

T for TUG of War.

It's really not very much fun after all.

I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little ink-drops,
And posting it.

~Amy Lowell, "The Letter"

Thank You.

Bye for now

♥♥♥