333 definitions by Lorelili
Taken from the ancient Greek character who fell in love with his own reflection.
Somebody who is completely in love with himself/herself and most likely is intensely turned on by their relection. Somebody who is too vain and self-absorbed to notice other people.
Somebody who is completely in love with himself/herself and most likely is intensely turned on by their relection. Somebody who is too vain and self-absorbed to notice other people.
I would not be the least bit surprised if Narcissus were from the United States; self-aborbed, self-important, jingoistic, bewildered at the thought that there are others in the world besides us... the U.S. seems to be the perfect breeding ground for narcissists.
Ann Coulter (to the mirror): Hello, beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you-! (kisses herself)
Bill O'Reilly (as he beats off at his reflection): God-! Gotta-have-that-!
Ann Coulter (to the mirror): Hello, beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you-! (kisses herself)
Bill O'Reilly (as he beats off at his reflection): God-! Gotta-have-that-!
by Lorelili February 14, 2009
-"Ils vous aiment."
-"Et ce n'est pas cette chipie qui régnera chez nous?"
(-"They like you."
-"And it's not this bitch who will reign on our premesis?")
-"Et ce n'est pas cette chipie qui régnera chez nous?"
(-"They like you."
-"And it's not this bitch who will reign on our premesis?")
by Lorelili December 27, 2007
China, Pakistan, and India have a glut of boys and young men in the millions and not enough women and girls to balance the sex ratio (which soars to as much as 140 males for every 100 females in some areas, at an average total of about 1.077 (107 to 108 males for every 100 females) for all three countries).
If same-sex couples were tolerated, if not accepted, in these countries then the said glut of young men might have some outlet, but LGBT life remains tenuous in the regions and thus the chances that this option will arise soon are very remote.
The Earth has an enormous glut of humans, too many fucking people (and vice versa), and that excess is driving other species to extinction.
If same-sex couples were tolerated, if not accepted, in these countries then the said glut of young men might have some outlet, but LGBT life remains tenuous in the regions and thus the chances that this option will arise soon are very remote.
The Earth has an enormous glut of humans, too many fucking people (and vice versa), and that excess is driving other species to extinction.
by Lorelili August 29, 2011
Having a very attractive body.
(Especially of a female) being full-bodied, large-bosomed, and appealing to the eyes of lesbians or heterosexual men.
Pleasing to the senses, sensuous.
(Especially of a female) being full-bodied, large-bosomed, and appealing to the eyes of lesbians or heterosexual men.
Pleasing to the senses, sensuous.
"Her flowing raven hair was a stark contrast to her milky complexion. Her amber eyes... almost catlike, her figure voluptuous."
by Lorelili March 18, 2005
1. Very pleasing to the senses.
2. Very sexually/sensually appealing
3. (of a woman's body) Broad-hipped, well-endowed in the breasts and butt, plenty of womanly curves; Marilyn Monroe, Crystal Renn, Sara Rodriguez, and Jennifer Hudson as opposed to Twiggy and Calista Flockhart
2. Very sexually/sensually appealing
3. (of a woman's body) Broad-hipped, well-endowed in the breasts and butt, plenty of womanly curves; Marilyn Monroe, Crystal Renn, Sara Rodriguez, and Jennifer Hudson as opposed to Twiggy and Calista Flockhart
1. The bed with its plentiful blankets and voluptuous white pillows beckoned me to rest my head.
2. His arms were well-muscled and his shoulders broad avove his furred chest. His voluptuous torso, ample butt, and strong, masculine legs teased me as he jogged.
3. Her creamy complexion contrasted the raven black tresses that flowed down her back; her amber eyes as piercing as those of a cat; the low neckline of her bodice emphasised her full, voluptuous figure.
2. His arms were well-muscled and his shoulders broad avove his furred chest. His voluptuous torso, ample butt, and strong, masculine legs teased me as he jogged.
3. Her creamy complexion contrasted the raven black tresses that flowed down her back; her amber eyes as piercing as those of a cat; the low neckline of her bodice emphasised her full, voluptuous figure.
by Lorelili November 15, 2009
A form of art that uses language. Poets use the beauty of a language and its words to create a feeling or convey a message to the reader, whether the wording is soft, sweet, sunny, and a lovely walk through a meadow... or clotted, ugly, grungy, and conjures up images of a slum. Just like artists use images and colors to create a mood or message, poets use words to do the same thing.
Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
#1244
Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
by Lorelili March 27, 2005
A form of art that places emphasis on words and language. In ancient times, poetry was memorised and carried by word of mouth. Today, most poems are written.
*Avoid any cliché, be original, or it will become boring and be regarded as poor.*
Poems may rhyme or not rhyme; there are so many ways to go with poetry... provided that the writer avoids any cliché, rambling, and doesn't state the subject of the poem directly.
*Avoid any cliché, be original, or it will become boring and be regarded as poor.*
Poems may rhyme or not rhyme; there are so many ways to go with poetry... provided that the writer avoids any cliché, rambling, and doesn't state the subject of the poem directly.
Some of moi's personal poetry:
#1255
An leabhar seo. Th’ann duilleagan (This book. There’s pages)
A dhìth. Stàdaidh guth, tòisichidh guth eile... (Missing. A voice will stop, another voice begins...) Tha ‘n cùl cho mòr! A’ dol air ais cho fada... (The back is so big! Going back so far...)
Is th’ann duilleagan reubta... (And there’s ripped pages...)
Amhaircibh na cànanan...! (Behold the languages...!)
Chan eil mi gan n-aideachadh. Th’iad cho gallda! (I’m not recognizing them. They’re so foreign!)
Cò bha iad gun do sgrìobh seo? Tha duilleagan (Who were they that wrote this? Pages are)
Traiste. Dè bha iad ag ràdh...? (Crumpled. What were they saying...?)
Chan eil ‘n cùl càil coimeasta (The back is nothing compared)
Ri mar a tha na duilleagan ri teachd mar... (To what the pages to come are like...)
Mòran meud nas motha na ‘n cùl, gu dearbh! (Many sizes greater than the back, of course!)
Th’iad dol gu bràgh! Th’iad falamh! (They’re going on forever! They’re empty!)
Th’iad nuadh! Th’ann faclan sgìobhadh (They’re new! There’s words writing)
Leòtha fhèin! Èirichidh duilleag nuadh bho càil! (By themselves! A new page rises from nothing!)
Dè bha reubta bho ‘n leabhar seo? Agus dè (What was torn from this book? And what)
Bhios sgrìobhta ‘san àm ri teachd...? (Will be written in the time to come...?)
#1255
An leabhar seo. Th’ann duilleagan (This book. There’s pages)
A dhìth. Stàdaidh guth, tòisichidh guth eile... (Missing. A voice will stop, another voice begins...) Tha ‘n cùl cho mòr! A’ dol air ais cho fada... (The back is so big! Going back so far...)
Is th’ann duilleagan reubta... (And there’s ripped pages...)
Amhaircibh na cànanan...! (Behold the languages...!)
Chan eil mi gan n-aideachadh. Th’iad cho gallda! (I’m not recognizing them. They’re so foreign!)
Cò bha iad gun do sgrìobh seo? Tha duilleagan (Who were they that wrote this? Pages are)
Traiste. Dè bha iad ag ràdh...? (Crumpled. What were they saying...?)
Chan eil ‘n cùl càil coimeasta (The back is nothing compared)
Ri mar a tha na duilleagan ri teachd mar... (To what the pages to come are like...)
Mòran meud nas motha na ‘n cùl, gu dearbh! (Many sizes greater than the back, of course!)
Th’iad dol gu bràgh! Th’iad falamh! (They’re going on forever! They’re empty!)
Th’iad nuadh! Th’ann faclan sgìobhadh (They’re new! There’s words writing)
Leòtha fhèin! Èirichidh duilleag nuadh bho càil! (By themselves! A new page rises from nothing!)
Dè bha reubta bho ‘n leabhar seo? Agus dè (What was torn from this book? And what)
Bhios sgrìobhta ‘san àm ri teachd...? (Will be written in the time to come...?)
by Lorelili March 22, 2005