"You're King of a Nutshell, Nutshell, Nutshell, Prison..."

I am falling in love with a girl at my dance class; or rather I am falling in love with her face. She has the most beautiful profile--it's straight and elegant and her hair is waved back from her face and she looks like a stone statue, except that her eyes are too lovely to be stone, and she has tall elegant eyebrows that are very expressive, and such a clear, strong face. She looks like she would be amazing. She doesn't wear the proper dancing shoes, but she dances very well in sneakers.

Sigh. I fall madly in adoration far too much.

I am experiencing residual emotional fallout, pray pardon (or, better yet, ignore) me.

Gah.

"Here, and There, and Everywhere..."

Darlingest Waen:

I know you are a mixed-media artist, but why is there a bread pumpkin on our kitchen counter?

And when I say 'bread', I mean 'the scooped-out innards of a piece of soft French bread, squished and molded into separate parts of a pumpkin and then put together, resembling mainly grey clay, and about the size of a big spiky horse chestnut'.

O_O

Love,
Soujin

I don't understand artists. ^_~