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Due to some recent internet ~events~, I've decided it is probably prudent to put most of this community on Members-Only lock. I've sadly gotten very behind in actually posting anything here (or to LJ in general), which makes me want to cry a little because I do still have mixes sitting around, but as for what's already here - please leave me a comment if you want anything, and I will definitely get it to you. ♥


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23 May 2011 @ 11:49 am
Note: This is probably the only fic that will ever get posted here, so I'm not quite sure how to introduce it. Memories are an interesting concept - they make us who we are, they help us grow. They move us forward and hold us back. They fill us with fear and with hope. The idea of losing them is unsteady ground. Would we really want to erase events, even painful ones, just for peace of mind? Would we ever want to forget someone we loved? And what if the choice was entirely out of our hands? All of these things were haunting me following the S6 finale of SPN ("Let It Bleed" in particular), and Friday night, this grew out of that idea.

Title: Fragments.
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Lisa Braeden, mentions of Ben and Dean.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1817
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Show owns my heart. Spoilers for "Let It Bleed."
Summary: If something can be remembered, it can come back. Even if it's only in pieces.

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19 December 2010 @ 09:35 pm
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.
~Stephen Sondheim


A place to share music in heartbreak and hope. I'll be moving all of my fanmixes from my personal journal over to this account, to give them a place of their own and to keep from spamming my Flist with all of it. :)
“Music is more logical than the human mind can comprehend: yet we can recognize it and surrender to it. We cannot comprehend music but music can comprehend us.”
~Peter Hiett

Saudade is a word for a feeling of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which has been lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never really return. It was once described as "the love that remains" or "the love that stays" after someone is gone.

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