A butterfly nest.
Tables, chairs, water, streams, Entwash.
I f-cking rule, yo.

Right then. I've decided to finally get my livejournaling ass in gear. Or my livejournaling fingertips. Whatever works, really.

Friends, fiends, and faeries (groups not mutually exclusive) should note that this shall by no means be a trend. It might be a trend, and it might not. One definitely intimidating factor in making this a trend is that I' ( Read more... )

I will never truly be able to understand the sub-continent's obsession with spices. A while ago, it being late by local standards, and my own energy reserves being exhausted, hunger directed me to a little eatery near the hospital. It's one of those roadside affairs, but they maintain some semblance of hygiene, and my stomach was feeling impartial ( Read more... )

"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach ( Read more... )

There is a star, called Achernar, near the Southern celestial pole. The name is derived from an Arabic term, 'Al-Akhir al-Nahr', meaning something like 'the terminus of the river'. The river referred-to was known to the Greeks as Eridanus, named after the god of the earthly river now known as Po. The constellation stretches from Rigel, diagonally ( Read more... )

It was about a month ago that the Norns first decided to direct me hither. That time having elapsed, I find myself typing in my first entry, and ingratiated to the ever-resplendent katsii for her help in the matter ( Read more... )