scrapbook '10
&fanfic;
→ goodbye; sj; hankyung/heechul | amaelamin_fic
→ five times heechul auditioned for a girlband; sj; heechul-centric | honooko
→ kick me, and other romantic overtures; sj; kyuhyun/zhou mi | thedayafter
→ we are vindicated (and selfish); sj; bandfic | onewhomust
→ homecoming; sj; hankyung-centric | quid
→ +0.001% (rounded off to three decimal places); sj; kyuhyun/sungmin| amillionsheep
→ shake it up; sj; hankyung/heechul| onespringday
&extracts;
Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries. Who told me you had stars in your eyes? Let me see your heavenly body. Star-proof I am not. From a hundred billion others, you hurled yourself down in gassy form; no definite boundaries, no fixed volume. You could have filled any space but the space you filled was me.
Jeanette Winterson, Art and Lies
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
→ goodbye; sj; hankyung/heechul | amaelamin_fic
→ five times heechul auditioned for a girlband; sj; heechul-centric | honooko
→ kick me, and other romantic overtures; sj; kyuhyun/zhou mi | thedayafter
→ we are vindicated (and selfish); sj; bandfic | onewhomust
→ homecoming; sj; hankyung-centric | quid
→ +0.001% (rounded off to three decimal places); sj; kyuhyun/sungmin| amillionsheep
→ shake it up; sj; hankyung/heechul| onespringday
&extracts;
Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries. Who told me you had stars in your eyes? Let me see your heavenly body. Star-proof I am not. From a hundred billion others, you hurled yourself down in gassy form; no definite boundaries, no fixed volume. You could have filled any space but the space you filled was me.
Jeanette Winterson, Art and Lies
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist