Sometimes I am taken aback by the fact that I am "old ( Read more... )

Over a month has passed since the last time I posted on LiveJournal, though the last post hardly qualifies, as short as it was ( Read more... )

In the quiet, post-coital calm, while my lover slumbers beside me, I find myself deeply nostalgic. It's time to read Harry/Draco fic and remember the days when things were easy; I remembered a sunny, but windy and cold day in Orlando, sitting on a pier by a lake and drinking Starbucks hot chocolate, trying to get warm. I remembered the ice of a ( Read more... )

Dear LiveJournal, I do not want my friends page to be called a Feed, I do not want infinite scrolling, I don’t want a uniform layout on all pages - basically, I do not want you to turn into Facebook or Tumblr. I use LJ for a very different purpose than I use FB. II never got into using Tumblr, as seemed a little pointless to me in the beginning and ( Read more... )

Random things:

• This is why I (still) love LiveJournal, even though it may be dying:

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It's that kind of age we're in. My friends are getting engaged, married, have kids. I see engagement announcements, wedding pictures, pregnant bellies, red and crumpled newborn skin all over Facebook ( Read more... )

the mountains in the distance, nested in thick wads of cloud - like cotton candy in the pink twilight. the mountains, ever standing on the horizon, they never fail to impress and inspire me; there were no mountains this high and this omni-present where i grew up ( Read more... )

Remember that 30 day writing challenge I thought I would do in July? I failed miserably; I wrote on day 1 and I almost finished the piece for day 2, but after that, I honestly didn't have the time. I mean, I can't write at work (not for lack of time, it's just not the place to write; I never was able to do that). After work, all of last week, I ( Read more... )

the problem with living your twenties is that the thirty keeps hovering above you like a distant (or not so distant) cloud - and don't we all feel like we should have done something or finished something or put some sort of order into our lives by the time we reach 30? it feels as if one should somehow prepare, or get ready for, the next decade ( Read more... )

my own mother says ( Read more... )