This is my fanfic journal, occasionally used for fic reviews or rants or whatever else. My fandoms: Harry Potter, Hellsing, Ouran High School Host Club, A Song of Ice and Fire, and now Supernatural.
Layout credit to gawariel_design. Journal title/subtitle from the poem "Scheherazade" by Richard Siken.
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forgot they are horses. It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we would dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means We're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.