we are all sunflowers.
gasp. heart-throb. heartbreak. (or heartberak.)
you must run, not walk, to ashitanonadja, and to suzanami's picspam and links. now.
because although i am a sappy soppy romantical crybaby, it takes something significant, something that really touched my heart, to make me sob, face in hands, for long minutes after its end.
PS. dracula, although a good book, is not such a thing. it is even less so when i'm tearing out my hair trying to find examples of elements of the victorian sensation novel, while august 29 looms ahead like a big scary visser-three (pickle in a bag?). but i will not think of such things right now. i will think of Dandelion!Love and float away on a dreamcloud of lurve and George!Huggins.
you must run, not walk, to ashitanonadja, and to suzanami's picspam and links. now.
because although i am a sappy soppy romantical crybaby, it takes something significant, something that really touched my heart, to make me sob, face in hands, for long minutes after its end.
PS. dracula, although a good book, is not such a thing. it is even less so when i'm tearing out my hair trying to find examples of elements of the victorian sensation novel, while august 29 looms ahead like a big scary visser-three (pickle in a bag?). but i will not think of such things right now. i will think of Dandelion!Love and float away on a dreamcloud of lurve and George!Huggins.