( &me )
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( though lovers be lost love shall not )

And Death Shall Have No Dominion; Dylan Thomas

because i miss them:

when you see this, post a house/cameron quote to your journal

Cameron: Do you know why people believe in God?
House: I thought you didn't believe in God.
Cameron: I don't.
House: Well then, you'd better be making a very good point.
Cameron: Do you think they pray to Him and praise Him because they want Him to know how great He is? God already knows that.
House: Are you ... comparing me to God? I mean, that's great, but just so you know, I've never made a tree.
Cameron: I thank you because it means something to me. To be grateful for what I receive.
House: You are the most naive atheist I've ever met. People pray so that God won't crush them like bugs. I'm not gonna crush you.

- Role Model (1x17)

& I feel like making a picspam

all that hopping, doctor who fic
doctor/rose, alt!ten/rose, ten II/rose, pg
universe hopping fic.
She travelled with him long enough to realise that anything she says can be dangerous. “I knew you once.”

( He doesn’t know her, and it’s breaking her heart.  )

once, we were too, house md.
house/cameron, simple explanation post-ep
He’s not sure why he sought her out, apart from the fact that she’s changed, and he can’t read her anymore

( & )

Another Poem About The Heart

When the floor drops out, as it has now,
you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire
outside your window, the wheels spinning
on the road below. You want only pity
and are presented with the unbelievable
effrontery of a world that moves on.
But wait: this is not the person you are.
You're the kind of person who
sits in dark theaters crying at the collarbones
that curve across the dancers' chests,
at the proof of a perfection they represent;
a person who goes out walking in a four-day drizzle,
sees a pot of geraniums and is seized, overcome
by how they can bring so much (what else
can you call it?) joy. You love the world,
are sure, at least, that you have. But be truthful:
you only love freely things that have nothing
to do with you. You're like a matchstick house:
intricately constructed but flimsy and hollow inside.
You're a house in love with the trees beside you -
able to look at them all day, aware of how faithful they are -
but unable to forgive that they'd lie down
leaving you exposed and alone in a large enough storm.
-- Jenn Habel.

2008 Novel List 
as of 2007 summer holidays

( i was made for another world )
Feel free to recommend. :)

HIATUS.
away until the 7/1/09.

might pop in before then. merry christmas/happy new year if not. ♥

have yourself a -, house fic, short - 375 words
thirteen, thirteen/foreman, post-ep for joy to the world, g.
for lenina20</lj>. merry christmas, sweetie.  .
This, she supposes, is another one of those turning points that seem to characterise her life.

( here we are, as in olden days )

um, what? 
(house spoilers)

edit: [stolen from fated_addiction ] you know how you always hear about women in politics being objectified and all that? well, mankind, you kind of fail.

Meanwhile; Richard Siken

( a big band sound that makes you feel like everything's okay. a feeling that lasts for one song maybe. )

+ for everyone who's feeling a little less than solid lately, ectoplasm aside.

stolen from thistwilight  who got it from catsfiction 

( a bit from an early draft of journey's end )
I think I would really have liked to see this. It's a moment, I think - a tiny moment between them that would have made everything so much sadder, but so much better. One quibble I had with Journey's End was the lack of interaction between Rose and the Doctor during the episode, although to be fair, there wasn't much time, and she did get that big scene at the end. It just felt like after all that build-up in The Stolen Earth, everything just petered out to, well, not much. And considering she's been given all this narrative build-up during the entire season, it felt very much like an anti-climax. I'd also have liked to have seen a moment where Rose tells the Doctor that Davros is wrong about the Destroyer of the Universe and all, but I think we all know my issues on that point.

From the Long Sad Party
--Mark Strand

( someone dancing, someone watching )

"Do you ever miss him?" she asks me.
"Every day. Every minute."
"Every minute," she says. "Yes. It's that way, isn't it?" 

(no, this does not fit on my layout, but look - the pretty!)

and so we shine; pg, dw fic; JE spoilers. 
companion to here's a second chance, or maybe a third & still, the gold dusts them
sometimes they remember that once upon a time, they were everything to each other; these years of history can't separate us forever, especially not if we (you) don't expect normal. did she ever?
doctor/rose, doctor.
you know, sometimes i do write happy. or a version thereof.

someone should write me a love poem
but i'm stuck doing it myself
daphne gottlieb

here's a second chance, or maybe a third; dw fic; pg
sequel to still, the gold dusts them, spoilers for journey's end
because, well, why can't i have a fictional happy ending, sort of? 
summary under cut.

I think I'm finally ready to say something about Dr Who.

still, the gold dusts them, dr who fic, pg
journey's end spoilers. i'm still fascinated with bad wolf. 
pairing and summary under cut, but doctor/rose