Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
I finally checked out Kafka on the Shore yesterday and I’m so excited to crack my second Murakami novel. I feel like I’ve synthesized enough of After Dark to move on to a fresh book.
I should finish Les Mis first though…only 570 pages left. I swear, after I knocked out 100 pages on Saturday, my bookmark barely moved. The brick is still as thick as ever. -_-