Some days I only want to spend money on clothes and fashion

Somedays when the wind howls and I breath in the ashes of thousands of favorite dead authors I would rather spend every penny on beautiful books.

I just wish I had a way to lug them all back home with me, in that huge suitcase that will be filled to the brim as I know it, as I can barely tug it along the metro platform and as I shy away from help from strangers.

I trust no one, and some say this is good, some say it is bad.

I am disappointed in the way I have been blogging here lately. Let's keep this written and let's do another one for silly rants and pictures, and keep this sacred and mysteriously dark.