My friend, Shoba, has the coolest fucking book collection I’d ever seen in my life. They’re leatherbound and they smell amazing, and they’re embroidered and the pages are lined with gold. At the end of the night, it was clear that I cared more about the books than I cared about her. C:
gah, everything you write is amazing. i feel creepy liking a lot of it, but it's true.