

YES. Or bring home, sigh in adoration over Rembrandt’s Bathsheba, and realise your grandma’s there and you’ve been...
This JUST HAPPENED to me, sigh.
And people glare. *sigh* WHY ARE YOU LOOKING?
And people are always looking ;~;
Some boy my friend was talking to on the train decided he wanted to see what the book I was holding was all about.. It...
This happened every time I tried to do freaking research in art class last year. Of course, since I went to public...
or in any other public place…
Either that or penises.