cimorene

i can still smell hair dye in here.

i should wash my hair.

after five pages i will.

my label for this icon is 'sad,' but you can't really tell. she's ducking her head, but she could be embarrassed or delighted or gripped with one of those shivers of grief and longing. if you're a drama queen like me, it makes you feel better to hang your head when that happens as opposed to smashing a lid on it before it can escape. i'm thinking about it--had some of those moments at work today--and it's making the back of my neck and the skin on my arms and the backs of my hands prickle, like anxiety, but not. my heroine feels it that way too.

i need a pomegranate icon.

the other day i had a song! epiphany where you suddenly realize just what a song is talking about... what was it, a queen song? --and now i can't remember which. godDAMMIT.

ninglor is deserving of great praise and adulation for it was she who first sent me dar.

for every price and every penance that i could think of,
it's better to have fallen in love than never to have fallen at all