Walk the path of the sun
across life's ocean
and upon the melting of ice and snow
sing a song to the skies

I'm like an object made of glass.

"A sweet kitten, or a tiger if provoked enough;
plenty of poems she's written, and the poems are good stuff."



I'm a silly young woman from the land of a thousand lakes (map instructions available below), often engaged in creative stuff such as writing, singing and photography. Much of my time also goes to reading fantasy and science fiction, along with literature on history, politics, culture and the like. What's left is consumed by school and my partner, whom I love dearly. He has helped turn a new leaf in the book that is my life.

I love tattoos. I so far have two, and intend to take two more this year. I'm a tea addict, but only green tea will do, unless it's an emergency or the other kind being offered extremely good. I'm a yaoi fangirl, and no, I am not ashamed. Neither am I ashamed of the fact that I belong to no church whatsoever. Religion should not define a person.

I'm a linguaphile, and a perfectionist when it comes to English. I harbour a burning passion for all kinds of dictionaries, and hoarding them (along with the types of literature previously mentioned) is something of a hobby. Frequent grammar and spelling naziness can be expected to ensue when in contact with me. Deal with it, you won't die.

Anything else you can just message me about, or optionally, dig through the bio burial site. You could also try to look at my diary for things of interest, but I think you'll merely be bored to death. Either way, I won't bite.

I only do that to my mate.



Relevant wikis

Personal:

- Blessings of the muse
- Coal black wings
- Linderel is...
- Lin's form practice
- Picture perfect
- Stuff for Lami

Community type:

- Elfchat
- Finnish Poetry
- HSP United
- Voice Clips

Contest & contribution:

- Art Contests
- Art Corner
- Elftown Graphics
- Elftown Wiki Poetry Dueling Arena
- Daily Poem
- Photo Contests
- Poetry Corner
- The hitchhiker's guide to Elftowners
- Writing Contests
  - Myth Blending Contest
  - Slogan Contest



Map Instructions

So. Dig up that good ol' map of yours, fix yer eyes on the cold, windy shores of Nothern Europe and look up Sweden.
Now, move your eyes to the right a bit-- no, no, Russia is too far, get back!-- and there you are.

Finland, a small country full of weird people speaking a funny language. According to legends, there are polar bears and penguins wandering the streets here. Though I've only ever mingled with the lunatics-- humans! I mean humans! But who knows. Perhaps they are simply masters of hiding. Nevertheless, my boyfriend tells me polar bears are lefties. Should you ever encounter one, dodge right.



Featured poem of the whichever

She, a woman with white wings
born from passion in the tree grove
faces the world with laughter and
black hands stained by coal
--perhaps darker things


As she smiles
her eyes are innocent, like those of a child
but the quill in the grasp
of those frail-boned fingers draw
images from the deepest caverns of the human mind

Look at the ethereal beauty
of that face, a cheek stained with the green of grass
but spitting a toad
whenever she speaks
her charade is lifted, and her eyes glow red

By loving her, you have fallen
as the clouds whiz past in the azure sky
the three constants become entwined
until not a soul can speak without weeping
and the elements fall asleep

©me



Beauty is everywhere. It just needs to be sensed.



You are free to visit my website or read my LiveJournal. If you dropped by in my corner of the Wyvern's Library and left a comment, I would be delighted indeed. I'd also be grateful for any comments on my personal wikis.

If you got all the way down here, I wouldn't mind you leaving an echo behind in the form of a message or a guestbook note.

I bid you farewell to the tones of Hamasaki Ayumi's Unite.





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