carnival.

[jacktellslies]

it is only by leaving and returning after a longish while that i realize just how strongly my room smells of incense, sage, burnt things. it is comforting, like witches.

there is famine and there is feast; there is the fast and there is the festival. hand me my harlequin mask, please.

similarly, lately i've been wondering how it could be possible that i have fallen mildly in love with so very many people, but that all of them would be unattainable. sometimes i feel like a sailor. most of the time i just feel rather silly.

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[randiriel.livejournal.com]

similarly, lately i've been wondering how it could be possible that i have fallen mildly in love with so very many people, but that all of them would be unattainable. sometimes i feel like a sailor. most of the time i just feel rather silly.

Well. These are words you have taken right out of my head and placed them into your LiveJournal. I feel like I should elaborate, but you've worded it perfectly.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

(i have a big crush on you and wish you weren't so far away, sir mi'lady.)

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

(ditto. if we lived near one another you'd have to beat me away with a stick. ♥ )

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

(i think i'd decide not to do so.)

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

(♥)

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

*takes the stones out of your pockets*

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

i didn't mean it that way just now. i was just appreciating having a room of my own while i was home.

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that's good then.
*piles the stones up in a pyramid on the wondowsill and places a crow feather atop the pile*

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

oh, lovely!

Your mood

[paisleycat.livejournal.com]

I once had a room that made me think about Virginia Woolf. I lived in it last summer. It was a corner room at the end of a long corridor. The space was bright but not comfortable. The door was the shiniest black -- I think the door was actually what kept bringing Ms. Woolf to me.

Your sailor reference made me think of a song from the lastest Rasputina album. If you don't know it the line is..."Neglected girls shouldn't worry, that's what God made sailors for!" Perhaps that should be your game plan? *suggestive moue*

In any case, Mister, How do you feel about primarily anonymous package swapping? I've a plan in the works and I think you'd be tremendously good.

*gives you a bucket of key limes and a handful of chocolate chips*

Re: Your mood

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

i still have not heard that album. that must be remedied.

that would be wonderful! i'd love to be involved.

*trades you a jar full of butterfly wings and parts of broken clocks*