when you're twenty-one, you're no fun

Jul 12, 2009 20:07

FFS I AM NOW TWENTY ONE, GUYS

Also a belated happy birthday to kovaa. You were always the one who knew best that the first sky is inside us, that it is open at both ends. I hope wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you are fastening one heart to every falling thing ( Read more... )

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two_if_by_sea July 13 2009, 16:47:50 UTC
WHAT CAN I SAY, I LOVE TO GIVE ( ... )

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star_flare July 14 2009, 13:04:39 UTC
I've only ever read a few pages of Hero, but this is beautiful, and is in the way the poem that I've always wanted to write. The part about cities, GUH ♥

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two_if_by_sea July 14 2009, 13:59:03 UTC
♥ ♥ ♥ Hwei writes beautiful lines for her comic, if you haven't finished reading it, if you ever have the time, I would recommend reading the rest of it! She writes all these fabulous gorgeous things, augh.

I feel guilty because I used to write poetry, but it requires so much more discipline compared to writing silly drabbles, hahaha. *lazy~~~*

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i love you like crazy wuxia guy loves other crazy wuxia guy tongari July 14 2009, 16:46:25 UTC
i want to tell you that you are an angel and far too generous with your time and your words. also they are such beautiful words ;_______;

i love how this is a story disguised as a poem about stories. and is about the witch and her cat fsdhfdsh BELIEVE ME i would love to explain but if you haven't already figured it out it will probably spoil everything. also i don't know what you mean by halfhearted because this feels so wholehearted! the part about whether it's real or not and the finality and timing of the 'it'll all be gone, mirrors and doorways to other places; you can never come back' blows me away. I THINK I LIKE THIS (YOUR) VERSION BETTER where everyone is actually just sitting around telling each other stories to bridge the spaces between themselves (and within themselves)

thank you so much ;______; god i feel like going back and rereading all your fics now but i have to sleep. man this getting old business is getting old

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I ALWAYS THOUGHT ONE WAS A MAGICIAN FOR SURE! two_if_by_sea July 14 2009, 18:22:06 UTC
I am so excited for eventually getting explanations! Even though part of why I like Hero is that it is so dreamlike, like eventually we are going to wake up and Lost is just some random schoolboy having daydreams about his senpai being some sort of demon who takes him sight-seeing on a magical motorbike. ♥ And also whatever, my story is just a rip-off of Invisible Cities, which is like the best Genghis Kahn/Marco Polo fic in the history of the world. XD

Ugh, sometimes I have these moments where I want to reread everything that I read in like, 2004. ;_; And when I go back and read my old fics I'm like "HOW DID I EVER MAKE FRIENDS, I'M SO TERRIBLE." Also I totally know what you mean! I almost can't even stay up past 1AM anymore.

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sonnetastic July 15 2009, 15:27:44 UTC
Cathy from what other people are saying it sounds as though this were related to something else but as far as I am concerned it is simply a thing of beauty to stand on its own, for story-telling is a city building bridges to anywhere, and sometimes the magic of conversation is no more than the magic of reassuring such a considerate constructor as yourself that they are not bridges to nowhere --

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two_if_by_sea July 15 2009, 15:34:12 UTC
It is! It is loosely related to a webcomic called Hero. That you should read. Because I think you will enjoy it and because it is beautiful.

And thinking this way about story-telling, we realize that even when we build bridges to nowhere, we are always hoping that there is actually another city on the other side, that all love is about standing in the center of an unbuilt bridge, hoping that the arch won't fall, hoping that there is another end, hoping that the ground is far and will remain far, and most of all, hoping that when you straighten up from laying down the next brick, you will realize there is another bridge being built, that there is someone else trying to cross over to the city that you have left, that you will meet in the middle--

Thinking this way about cities and stories, we realize that as long as we can hope, we can build bridges, and we can love.

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