Paid Account, Created on 17 August 2002 (#671466), Last updated on 26 February 2014 [Gift]
|far from home +|
the intergalactic journey continues. i've lived in three corners of these united states, so all that's left is to explore sasquatch and x-files country in the pacific northwest. so many possibilities left.
|the internet is made for fandom +|
still working on about six first novels. reviewing other people's novels at the discriminating fangirl. turned my nose up at fic until i realized it could be done well and teach me a few things. fic archived at shiptavern and at ffn. maybe one day i'll post some photography on deviantart. few things make me happier than a good day on tumblr.
|never kill part of yourself for them +|
"Never give in to them, no matter what they do or how important you feel it is to get their acceptance. Never kill part of yourself for them. Because other people will notice that part is missing before you do." ~A Density of Souls by Christopher Rice
|privacy is the new pink +|
this journal is friends-only. i've known most of them for over a decade. i don't add strangers who don't comment. no fic updates to be found here. i bitch about my job a lot, and am predominantly concerned with trying to keep myself amused. hit up my public post if you want an addback. be compelling. my life isn't nearly compelling enough. it could use some...compel.
|i believe in a thing called love +|
"Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter because there was all the rest of the world to visit...I thought: I want to go to China. It's full of treasures and strangeness and mystery and joy..."
~Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
"...and so I lie down hoping to be unnoticed by the storm which rolls up and I am flat on my back looking up when water begins to pour down from the sky. My clothes are soaked in an instant and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, an incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hands on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him."~Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
"Of course I remember. I remember my aching back and the drizzle, and the throb of my piercing in the top of my ear. I'd left university because of him. I'd learnt that I didn't want to be anywhere he wasn't, that I physically couldn't stand it. I was eighteen; he was in his early thirties. I came up the lane and found him standing there, under the limes, wearing blue." ~Susan Fletcher, Eve Green