Formerly known as Everworld
Formerly known as the real alice
Formerly known as Singapore only.
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Jenni
16
Australia
French/Australian
LJ
Fanfiction
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Personal Favourites:
NEVERMIND ; of nightmares, hospitals and daisy chains ; unmistakable ;
traintrack love ; remember ; but she's used to heartbreak ; letters ;
blitzkrieg coffee disaster
& i'm okay
Consider these to be favourites of my favourites.
They are all amazing.
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IM me. MSN me. Email me. Get in touch. Bitch at me, use excessive caps, spam my inbox. You guys should know the drill by now. Really.
Irrelevance is encouraged.
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"Ma jeunesse a été pure comme l'or. Pendant vingt ans de silence, la foudre s'est amoncelée dans ma poitrine; et il faut que je sois réellement une étincelle du tonnerre, car tout à coup, une certaine nuit que j'étais assis dans les ruines de Colisée antique, je ne sais pourquoi je me levai; je tendis vers le ciel mes bras trempés de rosée, et je jurai qu'un des tyrans de ma patrie mourrait de ma main. J'étais un étudiant paisible, et je ne m'occupais alors que des arts et de sciences, et il m'est impossible de dire comment cet étrange serment s'est fait en moi. Peut-être est-ce là ce qu'on éprouve quand on devient amoureux."
Lorenzaccio, Musset
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"We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing surprise"
Peach, Plum, Pear
Joanna Newsom
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"Who waltzed me into this?
Am I now stuck here forever?
Luck just gave me a kiss
And lashed me down with a leather strap"
Shine
Imogen Heap
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"'You can hear me. I need to tell you what it was like when I first came here. On the boat over, I looked down at the gray waves, and I kept saying to myself, 'Jump. Jump.' But it was too cold. I arrived the same way you did, with the same secret. I was ushered in by absence. Dusk was my escort. I checked into my own room, with my own bathroom and fireplace. It was fall. October 10. Brilliant sunshine. The Brangwyn Hotel. We took tea on the porch on the warmest days. Soon it became too chilly. They had to light the fire in my room. But I was still always cold. I lay in bed with hot water bottles, and my feet were blocks of ice. I couldn't warm them. We came here, my mother and I, to put at least an ocean between him and us. My mother managed to recover. In fact, she met another husband here. But to me an ocean was nothing. He reached out and took me with him. 'There's nothing for you here.' I could hear his words -'"
The Moth Diaries
Rachel Klein
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" 'Oh mercy to myself!' I cried, 'if Lucy should be dead!' "
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All of my pretenciously termed "work" is dedicated to
Miss Juliet Powys.
Miss you like anything.
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Victoria Chang is my new idol. (After Rimbaud, of course.) She is, frankly, absolutely amazing.
Also. Am seriously considering changing my name to something non gender-specific. If you understand me. Also am considering amputating own breasts.
Just kidding.
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