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Stuff and nonsense:
Nonsense
Pretty
Story (And some Explanation)
Edit: OH Speaking of Story, I have not been mentioning this enough, because I forget that not everyone on my f-list a. knows my best friend, or b. that he's an awesome writer doing something fun with somewhat collaborative story-telling. Stars is a real-time Choose Your Own Adventure! We get to vote on what our character does! Go read it now so you can make an informed choice on the next vote. *nods*
I am mostly feeling better today. I felt really good when I woke up, but after getting out of bed my neck and shoulder starting flaring up again, so I'm trying to take it easy and be careful with myself a little. Here in a while I'll start getting the pictures up that I wanted to show people.
More stuff.
Leanan Sidhe: Most of the Gaelic poets, down to quite recent times, have had a Leanhaun Shee, for she gives inspiration to her slaves and is indeed the Gaelic muse -- this malignant fairy. Her lovers, the Gaelic poets, died young. She grew restless and carried them away to other worlds, for death does not destroy her power. - W.B. Yeats The name translates to “fairy, love of my soul”. A vampiric spirit and a dark muse, the love of the Leanan Sidhe is both a gift and a curse. These eerily beautiful Irish spirits drain the sanity and lifeforce of the men they inspire to artistic greatness. Her kiss infuses a man with depth of vision and feeling, otherworldly passion, and a sudden and ineffable understanding of the unending sadness that plagues mankind. Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.
In bottle: Really, really faint herbs and Irish Spring soap. At first whiff I swear there was something buttery in there too, but I have no idea what that was about.
On me: Nice, but kind of bland.
Midnight Kiss: Eternal desire, unquenchable passion: red musk, cocoa absolute, Nepalese amber, red sandalwood, aged patchouli, nicotiana, and blood wine.
In bottle: Red wine and cocoa, yes, but something sickly sweet under that. I am wary of the patchouli.
On me: Yeah, the patchouli's killing me here. It's taking over everything else, blah.
Nonsense
Pretty
Story (And some Explanation)
Edit: OH Speaking of Story, I have not been mentioning this enough, because I forget that not everyone on my f-list a. knows my best friend, or b. that he's an awesome writer doing something fun with somewhat collaborative story-telling. Stars is a real-time Choose Your Own Adventure! We get to vote on what our character does! Go read it now so you can make an informed choice on the next vote. *nods*
I am mostly feeling better today. I felt really good when I woke up, but after getting out of bed my neck and shoulder starting flaring up again, so I'm trying to take it easy and be careful with myself a little. Here in a while I'll start getting the pictures up that I wanted to show people.
More stuff.
Leanan Sidhe: Most of the Gaelic poets, down to quite recent times, have had a Leanhaun Shee, for she gives inspiration to her slaves and is indeed the Gaelic muse -- this malignant fairy. Her lovers, the Gaelic poets, died young. She grew restless and carried them away to other worlds, for death does not destroy her power. - W.B. Yeats The name translates to “fairy, love of my soul”. A vampiric spirit and a dark muse, the love of the Leanan Sidhe is both a gift and a curse. These eerily beautiful Irish spirits drain the sanity and lifeforce of the men they inspire to artistic greatness. Her kiss infuses a man with depth of vision and feeling, otherworldly passion, and a sudden and ineffable understanding of the unending sadness that plagues mankind. Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.
In bottle: Really, really faint herbs and Irish Spring soap. At first whiff I swear there was something buttery in there too, but I have no idea what that was about.
On me: Nice, but kind of bland.
Midnight Kiss: Eternal desire, unquenchable passion: red musk, cocoa absolute, Nepalese amber, red sandalwood, aged patchouli, nicotiana, and blood wine.
In bottle: Red wine and cocoa, yes, but something sickly sweet under that. I am wary of the patchouli.
On me: Yeah, the patchouli's killing me here. It's taking over everything else, blah.