Emily Dickinson loved a good extended metaphor, so I'm interpreting one of her metaphors pretty literally. On my face.
It'd be a little creepy if I was still crushing on this smoky-eyed, red-streaked Lost Boy, so I've graduated to being inspired by his look instead.
It's a happy medium between nail art and naked nails, for those of us who aren't really into nail polish.
I don't want to be a magical woodland fairy.