In addition to continuing to be in process of recuperation from mystery illness (process involving several trips to doctors involving blood draws and other ickiness), in addition to this, I have had an extraordinarily draining week. So, I seem to be taking a little break from being here (or really much out in cyber space at all). I miss you. (The yous to whom I speak shall recognise themselves, I imagine.) If 'tis in your heart, please send me light. Unknown"Phoebe NFS"Courageous
- 16 years, 1 month, 12 days ago
I have been a bit under the weather all week and seem to continue to be despite valiant hopes for recovery. Please forgive my absences and sporadic appearances of late. Thank you to all who have left gifts, administered pets, and made sweet comments in my absence. It means very much to me.
Unknown"Phoebe NFS"Courageous
- 16 years, 1 month, 17 days ago
Must leave Human Pets.
Must make soup!
Shoo Mina, Shoo!
See Mina leave Human Pets. See Mina make soup.
Go Mina, Go!
;) Unknown"Phoebe NFS"Courageous
- 16 years, 1 month, 26 days ago
Well...I've now reached the sad place where I can no longer upload items to my shoppe without taking down others. Decisions...decisions. Tell me, if I remove an item from my shop does that mean that it becomes no longer available to those who have received it, as the link has been disabled? I'm a bit of a come-lately to all this. Unknown"Phoebe NFS"Courageous
- 16 years, 1 month, 28 days ago
It's me. I'm Mina. I'm come home. (Sadly not to moorland.) Let me in your window. So c-o-o-o-l-d.
Unknown"Phoebe NFS"Courageous
- 16 years, 1 month, 29 days ago
Nursie Boo
"BooOoo~"Sparkling
- 15 years, 9 months, 26 days ago
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui, And from the all-encircling horizon Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;
When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon, In which Hope like a bat Goes beating the walls with her timid wings And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;
When the rain stretching out its endless train Imitates the bars of a vast prison And a silent horde of loathsome spiders Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,
All at once the bells leap with rage And hurl a frightful roar at heaven, Even as wandering spirits with no country Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.
— And without drums or music, long hearses Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished, Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
-------------------- Well, it's not as bad as all that, but I miss you.
The Compass Rose is a wee shoppe on the corner of an Old Victorian alleyway. We offer sundries with a slightly dark and ethereal bent. It is rumoured that the shoppe is itself a time machine, somewhat similar to Howl's Moving Castle in its workings, only rather than moving through dimensions of space, one might exit the shoppe to find oneself not entirely in the era one was in upon entry.
