Finished rewatching North & South. Aaaaaagh. *insert keysmash* Lovely thing of loveliness!

*wobbles back in* Hi, sorry, yes, I'm alive. Sorry sorry sorry. Will begin resurrecting my internet presence this week. Once again.

Hello Beetle.

Plz to help [Chimes] out by submitting to The Paper Tree!
http://the-paper-tree.co.uk

My badge slot is a flippin' nightmare.

Oh, also... There is/was a squatter in my chives back in Oulu.

For the Whovians amongst us: The Doctor at Ropecon 2012

Trin: No Malfoys this year, I'm afraid. :/ Or at least none that I saw.

Halp halp halp HALP. Having decision issues again.

I want all of it. >_<
http://www.etsy.com/shop/StoriedThreads

Attention, Brits!

Loooklooklooklooklooooook it's a thing it's almost done will finish tomorrow and I am really kind of proud :O

So I'm working on an acrylic painting. I think it's coming out okay. But the thing that just hit me is... I probably haven't spent this much time on a painting (acrylics, not oils, and I only worked with those in school) like, ever. Unless you count the (unfinished and not here, my canvases from last summer got left in Helsinki when my folks brought the supplies here) portrait of Miss Curls. I feel slightly strange about this, because that is/was a labour of love in a very literal way. Hm.

Oh well.

I would like nothing
so much as
to quietly dissolve into the rain—
go rushing against
the drops that pass by,
dive up through clouds, back into sunshine;
reach higher, farther,
beyond the exosphere and away
where no sound can enter—
until finally, bewitched, becalmed,
I could grasp at peace
and be one with the stars.