emma-wynters:

Primarily ballet. Hence the pointe shoes.

I took ballet classes when I was little.

It didn’t work out.

emma-wynters:

Yes, I do dance.

What genres? 

emma-wynters:

I really wish I could get a pair of pointe shoes somewhere around here.

So you dance, I assume? How lovely.

madasahatterdavid:

It always makes sense in the end, however. How should it be terrifying?

madasahatterdavid:

Crazy can be stupid.

madasahatterdavid:

People do crazy things because of the heart. I myself have done a few things odd because of love.

What I did was more stupid than anything.

madasahatterdavid:

And what did you do?

I killed my friend because of a guy I thought I loved.. but I don’t even love him. That doesn’t make sense to me.

madasahatterdavid:

Well nothing makes sense until you look back at it.

It still doesn’t make sense, though. What I did.. more nonsensical than this entire place, most likely.

madasahatterdavid:

Oh, Kelly. I never make sense. Kaflaka. See making sense is for the ordinary folk. Wonderland doesn’t make sense so you shouldn’t make sense.

Oh. Okay. I don’t make sense much. Or, I didn’t when I was alive, anyway.

madasahatterdavid:

You just talk then. If it does not matter what you talk about, then anything works. For example, salazza. It doesn’t matter what to say because there’s nothing really being talked about.

Oh. I guess that makes sense in a way that doesn’t make sense. Sassafras.