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| User: | calliopeia17 (42214) de te fabula narratur
I Shall Remember You, and Another Song, Too. |
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| Name: | calliopeia17 | |||||||||||||||
| Bio: | But the woman came to her then. The woman with hair of red like roses, hair of white like snowfall. She was young and old. She was blind and could see everything. She spoke softly, in whispers, but her voice carried across the mountain ranges like sleeping giants, the cities lit like fairies and the oceans - undulating mermaids. She laughed at her own sorrow and wept pearls at weddings. He fingers were branches and her eyes were little blue planets. She said, You cannot hide forever, though you may try. I've seen you in the kitchen, in the garden. I've seen the things you've sewn - curtains of dawn, twilight blankets and dresses for the sisters like a garden of stars. I have heard the stories you tell. You are the one who transforms, who creates. You can go out into the world and show others. They will feel less alone because of you, unburdened by you, awakened by you, freed of guilt and shame and sorrow. But to share with them you must wear shoes you must go out you must not hide you must dance and it will be harder you must face jealousy and sometimes rage and desire and love which can hurt most of all because of what can then be taken away. So make that astral dress to fit your own body this time. And here are glass shoes made from your words, the stories you have told like a blower with her torch forming the thinnest, most translucent sheets of light out of what was once sand. But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing not for running away. ~Francesca Lia Block, from "Glass," The Rose and the Beast Hello, and welcome to my journal! I'm an English major at the University of Virginia, and I write about various things that interest me, which may or may not include my real life, literature, any of my various fandoms (Harry Potter, LotR, BtVS/Ats, PotC, Star Wars, and a few odd other things I might squee over from time to time), politics (liberal, Democrat, feminist), music (I play viola and have an unhealthy obsession with musicals and movie soundtracks), and whatever other thoughts on life might cross my mind. This is me:  When asked to describe me in one word, my friends said "vibrant." Personally, I'd probably say either "brilliant" or "pretentious." But whatever. Ooh...and I love icons and iconning, though mostly I just make them for me. But come on, we all know that we're all really just here for the icons. * * * And for those of you who are affiliated with UVA and know what I'm talking about, I want to wreak swift vengeance on the idiots who yell "Not Gay!" during the Good Old Song. The Rules (such as they are) of my Journal If you know my real name, I request very strongly that you do not use it in my journal. Yes, I know I'm paranoid- think of it as a minor personal quirk. :-D If you do, I'll screen your comment and ask you to edit it. If you want me to friend you, just comment somewhere and say hi, and I'll be glad to meet you. And if you friend me, I'll probably friend you back, except I may not notice right away, so you should probably still comment. :-D
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