{ true story. }

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y'ALL
with love x

{ I'll be another waking shadow cast on the covers of your bed. }

I am again sorting out addresses, and I know a lot of you moved home this year. If I had your address already, and you moved - or if I didn't have it, and you're into long-winded letters and/or postcards - please leave your address in the comments (screened, of course). Alternatively, email me: delgaserasca @gmail .com

Although I have been quite lax on my postcard-sending this year, my flist can attest that I do actually write letters, as opposed to using people's addresses to hunt them down and murder them. People you can ask: mollycares, zeitheist, wliberation, twincy, and melliyna. They are all still alive and breathing.

Am currently trying to find little boxes to send tiny things in. It is proving quite difficult, but as I managed to parcel a TARDIS last summer, I'm sure I can manage it.

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Have decided to watch films and write letters today, which is as good as a Saturday gets, really, and an excellent way to start the year.

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Oh, I watched Salt last night. Considering the reviews, I was pleasantly surprised. I watched for the three leads, but it kept my attention, and I enjoyed the running around. Good times! Plus, it just felt different. I am having a hard time verbalising it, but whilst on the surface it looks like any other action thriller, I felt that the way it was told - the decisions the characters made - were not of the norm. Anyway, I liked it. Hurrah.

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edit: COMMENTS NOW ACTUALLY SCREENED. I said to myself, do not fucking forget to screen the comments, and then I got distracted by Naya Rivera and Heather Morris being girlfriends on Tumblr. SIGH.