I'm (nosomeanyone) and I partake of kuchen on August 5. I am awfully fond of stories, foggy weather, jazz, the european continent and I am inherently passionate about everything, the aforementioned things are only scrawny slices of the nonsense that pre-occupies my mind. Nothing is safe from my curiosity.
Tucking daisies in unshowered tresses, stirring storms, tonguing words, executing verbs and dislodging heads (with my sultry, becoming looks. haha.)