primadonna girl, all i ever wanted was the world; lover of bon mots, big hair, and blogging.
what sort of diary should i like mine to be? something looseknit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind.
i should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.