My Life as a Fire Demon

According to the lore of a local tribe in the Philippines, my family name means Fire Demon or Fire God, depending on your point of view.
--I find that so frikkin awesome!

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My name is Jian. A tower junkie. I adore fiction. Photography. Cooking. Eating. Reading. Movies. Anime. Manga. Comics.
Reading is bliss. I relish talking with new people and making friends so don't be afraid to drop a message in my ask box. :)

This is my original tumblog, mostly filled with reblogs. If ya want posts with a little bit more substance, send me an ask and I'll reply with the link to my personal blog.

Long days and pleasant nights. :D

~ Sunday, January 2 ~

Kawaii~

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~ Tuesday, December 14 ~

Ginger reading her poem entitled “And She Was gone”:

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn’t have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…

And then she was gone.

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A poem from one of my favorite cartoons from my youth.

And She Was Gone.

From As Told By Ginger

She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn’t have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…

And then she was gone.

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~ Sunday, December 12 ~