| whisper me your longings of divided nations, and conquered grins. where the world stops for your eyes, and I am just as likely to still and bow down with the rest of them. because you are infinite, you are deviant, you are what it is like to breathe and stop breathing. you haunt with the imprints you leave on abandoned pages. but regardless of all those copies, you are the negative. the one by which all are calculated. and on those rainy days where we sit outside, under the overhang and watch. I can't help but think that you, you beautiful infinite thing, are like the smell of rain. fresh and nostalgic. sitting on the swing. - D. Carrigan, 2009
Name: Titania Anne Porter [tie-TAIN-ya]
• has a five year old firepoint cat named Icarus • Tania is trilingual. She speaks fluent English, French and Brazilian Portuguese • her father was raised in Brazil for a large portion of his childhood, though he was British by nationality • likes her men assertive, driven and intelligent, but somewhat sensitive in private • favorite season is autumn, but loves snow in the winter • loves Japanese, Greek and Italian foods. She also loves to cook and can be found in the kitchen often • Tania has several scars from various accidents, her most notable being a half moon scar on her left knee from a hockey injury • often dresses casually due to her extensive work in the dark room • is a professional photographer whose work is currently housed at the Stephen Daiter Gallery in Chicago • loves old movies, especially anything that stars Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis or James Stewart. • | |||||||