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Jo, twenty-one. Ingénue, Byronic hero, and madwoman in the attic all wrapped up in one messy package and tied with red ribbon. Posts: fandom, folklore, fripperies, faces, fancies, fiction, physicality, phantasmagoria. Likes: sparkles and doom, words and pictures, comfort and strange, food and drink, blood and lace, past and future, dresses and boots, macabre and whimsy, forests and cityscapes, red lipstick, music festivals, cats, Tam-Lin, and knives. Looks like: this. Dreams like: this. Prolonged exposure to terrible television may accidentally result in a trilogy.Dignity and I occasionally meet in alleyways, tip our hats to each other, and move on.
possible favourite moment from last night:
nigh on eleven at night, pittsburgh, in the rain. sarah, hannah, rebecca, and i are in the parking garage in our concert finery waiting for sue to pay the fee. we lean out of one great window cut into the concrete, because it is raining and the city and the bridge are all alight, and sarah, who just performed it in a choir with the pittsburgh symphony orchestra, spontaneously begins to sing “somewhere over the rainbow”. we join in, weaving harmonies. i am the lowest voice. the rain is our metronome. the concrete is our concert hall. we don’t plan anything, we just sing. it’s magic.
