goodbye HALCYON DAYS

FRIENDS & COMMUNITIES & GRAPHICS
GAMERGIRL [public blog]
( Collapse )

WIR HÄTTEN EINEN TRAUM VOLLBRACHT
„...if you have never spent whole afternoons forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger— if you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless - you probably won’t understand what Bastian did next.”
[Michael Ende, Neverending Story]


( Collapse )

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/701866…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

Melinda Sue Pacho I Did Not Die.

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Jack Gilbert How to love the dead

she lives, the bird says, and means nothing
silly. She is dead and available,
the fox says, knowing about the spirits.
not the picture of the funeral,
not the obect of grieving. She is dead
and you can have that, he says. If you can
love without politeness or delicacy
the fox says, love her with your wolf heart,
as the dead are to be desired.
Not the way long marriages are,
nothing happening again and again,
Not in the woods or in the fields.
Not in the cities. The painful love of being
permanently unhoused. not color, but the stain.

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/766021…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

Cassie: Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before... try and keep that feeling, because... if it goes... you'll never get it back.
Chris: What happens then?
Cassie: You lay waste to the world... and everything in it.

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/751304…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore?
All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. [...]
You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back.
It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something.
I miss the idea of it.
Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
[Garden State]

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/749204…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

Fandom: Chronicles of the Chrestomanci
Title: The Murder at Missel Hall
Author: Rosie_Rues
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: The author doesn't warn, so I think there's no need for a spoiler warning
Summary:
"Well, I'm relieved at least," Christopher said blithely. "Lying to Flavian always makes me feel like I've kicked a puppy."
"I notice that doesn't stop you," said Millie, clutching her hat as the carriage bumped over a pothole. She was dressed in her smartest, and looked as little like an enchanter as it was possible to look.
"Duty over conscience, my dear," Christopher said loftily. "I must suffer for our cause."

Conrad's POV, his perspective on Christopher, Millie, Elizabeth and the others is most wonderful (I adore the way he talks about Christopher, ah &hearts!)
This one could be canon, wonderfully done! I adore it! The plot as much as the interactions between the characters (which are spot on! Christopher is insufferable, Millie is adorable and so on, I also loved reading more about Elizabeth and it's wonderful to see her falling in love) are wonderful, I loved every word of it. If you love DWJ's Chrestomanci series, you'll like this!

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/733300…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

Rules
1. You are free to choose from any installment of the Suikoden series you want.
2. You can only choose one 'thing' from each category. (character/rune/pairing/whatever you can think of)
Be so kind and don't choose like "Luc, Luc/Sasarai & True Wind", so that other people who like Luc will be able to have at least a piece of him after you claimed him for character ;)
3. If the character/rune/pairing/... is taken, you can't choose them, sorry.
4. Grab the codes and post them (modified) in your userfinfo or wherever you want :)
5. I'll add you as soon as I can :D

( Collapse )

( Collapse )

"Während ich einen Monat schönsten Wetters an der See verlebte, geriet ich in die Gesellschaft eines bezaubernden Geschöpfes. Einer wahren Göttin, in meinen Augen.
Solange sie mir keine Aufmerksamkeit schenkte.
Ich gab mir meiner Liebe nie mit Worten Ausdruck. Doch wenn Blicke sprechen können, hätte auch der ärgste Dummkopf erraten, dass ich bis über beide Ohren verliebt war.
Sie verstand mich schließlich und erwiderte meine Augensprache mit dem süßesten Blick, den man sich vorstellen kann. Und was tat ich? Ich gestehe es voller Scham:
Ich zog mich zu Eis erstarrt in mich selbst zurück wie eine Schnecke. Zog mich bei jedem Blick abgekühlter und weiter zurück - bis die arme Unschuld schließlich anfing ihren eigenen Sinnen zu misstrauen.
Durch diese merkwürdige Veranlagung bin ich in den Ruf vorsätzlicher Herzenskälte gekommen - wie unverdient kann nur ich allein ermessen."

via lir

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/680607…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

"You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend."
[Paul Sweeney]

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/677107…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥

Seen at V's (bonsai_dreams)

If you see this, post a poem in your own LJ.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

this entry was originally posted at http://blady.dreamwidth.org/672921…. please comment there using OpenID.
there are already comments over there and you can add one yourself, if you'd like. ♥