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  <title>baby i'm lost</title>
  <subtitle>baby i'm a lost cause</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Laura</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-09T19:29:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:54265</id>
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    <title>photo post; dublin</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T19:29:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T19:29:47Z</updated>
    <category term="dublin"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day, waiting for the bus 27B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, I think. Going to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena in Starbucks! Why don't we have it in Finland? I am completely obsessed with the strawberries &amp; cream frappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's (helena's cousin) kitchen. and me. posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing cartwheels with emma in bray, a city outside dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating! in bray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at o'sullivans, listenig to irish pub songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what is happening in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to howth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/ljdublin13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even drinking guinness in this one :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:45558</id>
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    <title>books 2007</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T14:38:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T18:28:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Books i've read on 2007! The bolded ones were my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera / ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Fingersmith by Sarah Waters / *****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë / ****&lt;br /&gt;4. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest by Ken Kesey / ***&lt;br /&gt;5. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;6. Kesän varjot by Bo Carpelan / ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. The Passion by Jeanette Winterson / ****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. But Inside I'm Screaming by Elizabeth Flock / ***&lt;br /&gt;9. 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed by Melissa Panarello / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;10. Sinun lapsesi eivät ole sinun by Laura Honkasalo / ****&lt;br /&gt;11. Extremely Loud &amp; Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;12. Ariel: Restored edition by Sylvia Plath / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;13. Reread: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling / **** &lt;br /&gt;14. Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens / ** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Prozac Nation: Young &amp; Depressed in America by Elizabeth Wurtzel / ****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Reread: Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince by JK Rowling/ **** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling / ****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler / *** &lt;br /&gt;19. Hey Nostradamus! by Douglas Coupland / ****&lt;br /&gt;20. Novevember in Moominvalley by Tove Jansson / ****&lt;br /&gt;21. If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things by John McGregor / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;22. Dracula by Bram Stoker / **&lt;br /&gt;23. Emma by Jane Austen / ****&lt;br /&gt;24. Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh / ****&lt;br /&gt;25. The Alchemists Daughter by Katharine McMahon / ***&lt;br /&gt;26. Atonement by Ian McEwan / ****&lt;br /&gt;27. Reread: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer / ****&lt;br /&gt;28. Blackberry Wine by Joanne Harris / *** 1/2&lt;br /&gt;29. Dangerous Liaisons by Choderlos De Laclos / ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. The Secret History by Donna Tartt / **** 1/2&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:34919</id>
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    <title>don't look back into the sun</title>
    <published>2007-08-16T11:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T15:44:15Z</updated>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Helsinki-Vantaa airport, we were there five hours early! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Helena &amp; me at the first day in Palma Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka22.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day and a popcorn-party at a club called Boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Laura's at Palma, the capital of Mallorca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka21.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Laura the same evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura &amp; Laura in the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Helena &amp; Laura at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aino in front of The Catedral La Seu in Palma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka20.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena in Palma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From inside the Catedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little alleys of Palma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena trying to steal my icecream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aino &amp; La Seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka14.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena, Laura &amp; me. Thank you for the colour difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding area in Palma Nova, it was an incredibly beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka19.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palma Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka16.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena &amp; me. This was from one of our last days there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka17.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyote Ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/matka18.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in KFC :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:29108</id>
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    <title>draco/hermione fic recommendations</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T18:51:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T19:13:17Z</updated>
    <category term="draco/hermione"/>
    <content type="html">My favourite pairing of all, so I wanted to make a list of my favourite fics. The one's with the little heart after the link are my absolute favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2404925/1/"&gt;A Little Piece of Sincerity&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816609/"&gt;Provocative Envy&lt;/a&gt; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despite her almost helpless clinging, he was conscious of the indecision radiating from her body, cutting into his heart so much more effectively than a knife; she was desperate to not have to bear the burden of a broken heart alone, and he was convenient.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/54575.html"&gt;So Much Like Being Naked&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamlane' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamlane.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamlane.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamlane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want to be rich. And young. And gorgeous. And fuck people in High Places."&lt;br /&gt;Snape snorted. "Yes, you'll go far with that attitude."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/158666.html"&gt;Vista Dal Cielo&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='streetscribbles' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://streetscribbles.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://streetscribbles.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;streetscribbles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’ll never love anyone like this again, and no potion can help me forget that.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/136554.html"&gt;Everyway You Look At This&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamlane' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamlane.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamlane.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamlane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, Hermione," he purred, tossing the brush to the side as his fingers tenderly soothed her. He once again massaged her scalp, placing kisses along her upturned forehead. "Your compassion knows no bounds. And I intend to spend the rest of my life repaying your &lt;b&gt;kindness.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/156067.html"&gt;Written In The Ashes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='callispi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://callispi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://callispi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;callispi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then why would the almighty Draco Malfoy be forewarning me? Why would he want my help?"&lt;br /&gt;Draco regarded her silently for a minute. Then he finally spoke up. “Because I’m not an idiot like the Death Eaters. I understand the concept of co-existence, that a coin is composed of two sides, not one. Without both sides, the coin itself would cease to exist.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/erotic_elves/153068.html"&gt;They Call It Peace&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lilith_morgana' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilith-morgana.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilith-morgana.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilith_morgana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s autumn and it’s not love and this is why she can stay with him. He would never kill for her; she would never die for him and the nights are too long this time of the year for anyone to be alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savage-midnight.livejournal.com/93986.html#cutid1"&gt;A Killing Grace&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='savage_midnight' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://savage-midnight.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://savage-midnight.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;savage_midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're real, she realised, as if his reflection in the mirror had been nothing but a ghost haunting her thoughts. But he was here, the monster who was not a monster, the boy who was not a boy, but something else entirely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/193310.html"&gt;Falling&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sunnyjune46' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sunnyjune46.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sunnyjune46.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunnyjune46&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He, Draco Malfoy, was dating Hermione Granger – the smartest witch at Hogwarts, the best friend of Harry ‘I Saved The World - Twice’ Potter, the future Minister of Magic (if Draco had anything to do with it). He patted himself on the back at every opportunity for his phenomenal luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dmhgficexchange/155789.html"&gt;The Best Day&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sunnyjune46' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sunnyjune46.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sunnyjune46.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunnyjune46&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay, an easy question first. What is your middle name Malfoy?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t have one."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you do, everybody has a middle name."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I don’t."&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Harry looked at each other like Malfoy had said the most blasphemous thing ever uttered. Who doesn’t have a middle name? Freak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://streetscribbles.livejournal.com/7697.html"&gt;Quiet Revolution&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='streetscribbles' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://streetscribbles.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://streetscribbles.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;streetscribbles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermione Granger needed a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;"I’m so sorry," she sobbed, and he held on. "I need you. Please don’t ever let me leave you alone like this again. Please."&lt;br /&gt;Draco Malfoy was Hermione Granger’s secret revolution. &lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>picture time</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T17:28:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T17:28:59Z</updated>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna (my girl) and Daniele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time playing twister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, Arianna, Clitzia and Irene. Very very nice girls. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emanuele, Francesco, Finnish boy (can't remember the name!), Daniele &amp; Antonio, fresh from sauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emanuele, such a cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Karoliina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, Arianna &amp; Valentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD Francesco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna, at my room, on the last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena &amp; Me &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mariella &amp; Sofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/kuviaa14.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best girls</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:18373</id>
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    <title>my life is just slow train crawling up a hill</title>
    <published>2007-04-09T09:00:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T19:32:24Z</updated>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/sunnuntai1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fixation of trees and skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/sunnuntai2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Karoliina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/sunnuntai3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/sunnuntai4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s53/divingdrowning/sunnuntai5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Helena, obviously</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:11377</id>
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    <title>likegrass @ 2007-02-17T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T17:27:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-24T08:26:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">loved it, loved it very much. hanna took almost all these photos, so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/IMG_2023copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/IMG_2040copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat044copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aija in her 20s dress (i freaking loved her outfit) &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat049copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karoliina &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat679copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliaana &amp; me (see my hairdo! it cost 60 euros, jesus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat88copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha me &amp; laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/IMG_2019copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the first performance to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat63copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nora &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/wanhat102copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD dad &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/106-0696_IMGcopy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i'm so glamorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/107-0703_IMGcopy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD this is quite hilarious (sebastian, me, antti)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:8943</id>
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    <title>so if it's true that love will never die, then</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T20:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-13T20:46:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/noregretscopy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;café java &amp; the most delicious cookie ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/4-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it looks like i'm leaning into a wall, but i'm actually lying on the ground. and as you can see there was snow on the ground. sometimes i don't think very cleverly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/Untitled-1copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the wall of the photography museum i went to today. it's just the letter of the building i guess, but i thought it was strangely pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/Untitled-2copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes it struck me that love is a sport&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:likegrass:7485</id>
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    <title>Angel</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T15:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T20:18:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/bestangel-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST MOMENTS THROUGHOUT 5 SEASONS OF ANGEL THE SERIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these aren't just the one quote I put, mostly the whole episode, really. But I tried to pick my favorite, or most essential one, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/1angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing? &lt;i&gt;No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth.&lt;/i&gt; (Rachel steps closer to Angel, and Angel steps back warding her off with his hands)&lt;i&gt; No, not the hair! Never the hair!&lt;/i&gt; But there must be someway I can show my appreciation. &lt;i&gt;No, helping those in need’s my job, - and working up a load of sexual tension, and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!&lt;/i&gt; I understand.  I have a nephew who is gay, so… &lt;i&gt;Say no more.  Evil’s still afoot!  And I’m almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/2angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; Why didn't you tell me you were half-demon? I thought we agreed secrets are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doyle:&lt;/b&gt; I wanted to tell you. I was afraid and I thought you might reject me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; I rejected you way before now. So you're half-demon, big whoop! I can't believe you'd think I'd even care about that! I mean, I work for a vampire! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doyle:&lt;/b&gt; It’s true. I just —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; What do you think I am, superficial? I mean you are half demon, that is so far down on the list. Way under “short” and “poor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/3angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Your victory over him took but moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus:&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; But his defeat of you will last lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus:&lt;/b&gt; What are you talking about? He can't defeat me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Nor can he ever approve of you...in this world, or any other. What we once were informs all that we have become. The same love will infect our hearts, even if they no longer beat. Simple death won't change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus:&lt;/b&gt; Love? Is this the work of love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/5angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; See? No matter how good a boy you are, God doesn't want you - but I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/6angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I? did you bring back that girl who's name I can't remember or did you bring back something else, the other thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lindsey:&lt;/b&gt; Both. Neither. You're just you... whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Why haven't you kissed me. You've been dying for it haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lindsey:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't know if you wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Why should that matter? Do you think I ever hesitated when I wanted something? Life's too short. Believe me I know. 400 years and still too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/7angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe this is my second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; To die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; Yes to die. The way I was supposed to die in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not gonna let you. Every moment you have left, I'm gonna be by your side. You're never gonna be alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/8angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lilah:&lt;/b&gt; For God's sake, help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holland:&lt;/b&gt; Angel, please. People are going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; And yet somehow, I just can't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/9angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; You're gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; No. No, I don't think so. Once he's gone, I won't be okay. I won't be okay at all. - I don't know what I'll be. - Angel... Our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. - You died in an alley, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; I wanna say I'm sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but - I can't. - Aren't you gonna tell me it's okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darla:&lt;/b&gt; No? It's really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much - pain. - We can't make up for any of it. You know that, don't you. This child - Angel, it's the one good thing we ever did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/10angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the ballet scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wesley:&lt;/b&gt; So what are we thinking, vampires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; Well, they're not a deeply tanned bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gunn:&lt;/b&gt; That would explain the precision and the athleticism. I mean, some of those jumps were... You know, I was cool before I met y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/11angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything by angelus, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, let’s talk about Cordy, shall we? Now there’s a rack to write home about. Too bad about her personality, though. Yap. Yap. Yap. Yap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/12angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole fight between angel &amp; angelus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus:&lt;/b&gt; It’s no big mystery. They suffer, they die. That’s what they’re there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I’m not perfect, Faith. Even with a soul I’ve done things I’ve wished a thousand times I could take back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelus&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, like those Manilow concerts, you son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/13angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; What is your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; You are, ya ponce! You're my problem. You got it too good. You're king of a 30-floor castle, with all the cars, comfort, power, and glory you could ever want, and here I save the world, throw myself on the proverbial hand grenade for love, honor, and all the right reasons, and what do I get? Bloody well toasted and ghosted is what I get, isn't it? It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Fair?! You asked for a soul! I didn't. It almost killed me. I spent a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent 3 weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/14angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; Come on, hero. Tell me more. Teach me what it means. And I'll tell you why you can't stand the bloody sight of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Tell it to your therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike&lt;/b&gt; 'Cause every time you look at me, you see all the dirty little things I've done, all the lives I've taken because of you! Drusilla sired me but you - you made me a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't make you, Spike. I just opened up the door and let the real you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; You never knew the real me. Too busy trying to see your own reflection, praying there was someone as disgusting as you in the world, so you could stand to live with yourself. Take a long look, hero. I'm nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/15angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; A lot of pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; More than I'd like. But not as much as you would. Just what I deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spike:&lt;/b&gt; No. I did. The lass thought I killed her family. And I'm supposed to what, complain 'cause hers wasn't one of the hundreds of families I did kill? I'm not sayin' you're right, 'cause, uh, I'm physically incapable of saying that. But, uh, for a demon, I never did think that much about the nature of evil. No. Just threw myself in. Thought it was a party. I liked the rush. I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I couldn't take my eyes off them. I was only in it for the evil. It was everything to me. It was art. The destruction of a human being. I would've considered Dana a masterpiece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/16angel.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; I can't stay. This isn't me anymore. You can say good-bye to the gang for me, explain everything, once you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; That's gonne be never. I need you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; Don't make this hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road, and this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one, and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Cordy, there's just --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia:&lt;/b&gt; We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it.</content>
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    <title>i've been waiting for the sunset borderline</title>
    <published>2007-01-28T09:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-13T20:47:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/sundays1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/sundays2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/sandrene/moimoi/sundays3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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